When a dog walk turns into a turf war between 2 gnomes and a house named Jolene
No agenda. Just me, a leash, and a neighborhood gossiping behind my back.
It always starts with a dog walk.
No agenda. Just me, a leash, and a growing suspicion that the houses in my neighborhood are gossiping behind my back.
Last time, they whispered. This time? They had things to say.
New route, new energy, and apparently a fresh cast of architectural personalities ready to monologue their way into my notes app.
These houses a …
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