Hello friends, it is I, D-Trustle and you have tuned into the Duncan Trustle Family Hour Podcast on a tour of Airbnb's throughout the Los Angeles area.

Looking for a house? I think I found one, put in an application, Fingers crossed. They got to scan me, dude.

They got to check my references. They got to make sure I'm not some kind of monster. It must be terrifying to rent your house out because you just don't know, man.

I mean, think about it. Jeffrey Dahmer. Somebody rented that place to Jeffrey Dahmer. Jeffrey Dahmer, at one point, walk through an apartment with some apartment manager, asked about closet space, looked into the refrigerator, looked in the oven, seemed really interested in cooking and storage.

Cut to two years later, the National News is surrounding your apartment complex, which has now become home to one of the most notorious serial killers in American history, Jeffrey Dahmer.

Your place is now so haunted. You're getting calls every night because little girls are getting sucked into swirling vortexes of pink pulsating protoplasmatic placental gel.

And it's all your fault. You shouldn't let them through. You were a little lazy. You didn't actually check his references. Lewis Cypher. That's not a real name. The number 6666666. That's not a real number.

But you let him through and now nobody wants to live in your apartment complex anymore except for crow tamers, cat and bombers.

So I get being careful when you're renting a place, but my God, I am so over living in Airbnb's. But I don't want to break down, you know, like, you don't want to just rent a place. You don't want to just move into a place. Maybe I'm being too picky.

I don't know. Maybe it's too much. You know, I want to place with a salarium. I want to place with a beautiful grove. Doesn't have to be a giant grove half an acre half an acre grove with mysterious statues, maybe a mystical hermit who lives somewhere on the property that is so good at hiding for me.

That I only see like traces of where he's been like, oh shit, there there is like incense has been burning here. Look, flower petals everywhere because this hermit that lives on the property, he cries flower petals.

He gets he gets so overcome with the beauty of the universe that he merges in with everything and weeps tears of flower petals that land on the well-capped yet still kind of overgrown pathways of the mystical grove behind the house that I want to live in.

I'm looking for a Moroccan fuck room filled with Moroccan lanterns and also some kind of ornate mahogany wood throughout the house that is filled with secret compartments containing powerful Moroccan hash and afghani opium balls.

If you live in Los Angeles and you know of a place like that, please let me know. Reach out to me on Twitter, slide into my dms. Friends, the episode you're about to listen to is one of my favorite podcasts of all time.

Within you are going to hear some of the craziest fucking stories you ever heard, including a story about a cyborg. You're going to learn a technique that you can use the next time you find yourself getting the heebie GBs from too much THCM.

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