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Wendy Clare- Jeuje Interiors Season 2 Episode 8

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The original songs for our series. Because music is the soundtrack to our lives, and our podcast.

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Meet the Agent Welcome to the Meet the Agent podcast playlist. Today we rap with all the music from our episode so far.

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The streets of Sydney were full of hopeful soul Who longer find a place to call their home? And all those hearts would beat to the same rhythm. You know all they say you can lead a horse to water But you can make it rain You can lead a horse to water But you can't make it rain Lead the Asian Too many people Too many accounts will build them up the hopes With hopes she would lead them home But you can make it free You can leave them hopefully But you can't make it Hilly PH She was working hard every single day and the hard work was paying off in a big way She would find the house and they would call it home She would build her empire from the ground out the AJ And me the AJ She's real state She will find you She's working She's working on She's the real estate agent.

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She is real estate, real estate, real estate, she will find you a play She is working hard, working hard, she is working for your young Meet the agent from the eastern suburbs.

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You will know her when she walks into the room. It's a fragrance that you now know five That's fragrance you were to make a move She moves to the feet of her own drum goes to the feet of her own drum goes to the feet of her own drum goes to the feet of her own drum Everywhere she goes, her reputation follows her everywhere she goes, everywhere She is a real She is the real She is the Bleh D is the She is the She's candid and capable She's positive and has lots of energy That's magic you just don't see every day Go to the feet of hold on Go through the feed of Old Day Go to the feet of Old Day Go to the feed of Old Days Every Westing goes for every last year. Coffee in the dark is map on the bench, red principle in another quiet street, how enough saw dancing through the cracked window He used to dream Now he's driving straight into it Signboard stacked in the back, she scalp shoes on the front door mad. Feel one step closer to the life he wants Meet the agent on the central coastal degrees Into big new door From Terry Gosh up to old towns He's making dreams while he's chasing his own Meet the AJ Meet the AJ Kids in the yard He's laughing as he hands them spare keys Parents half scared Half amazed it could happen this fact Photos on wall he remembers every first handshake Names in his phone But it's more than numbers on a glass Sun drops gold on the driveway He's still there on the porch Light every S hears feels like one more window in his sky Meet the agent on the central coast turning little free places Into big new holds From Terrigo Sound to old sound roads He's making dreams while he's chasing his own Meet the AJ Meet the AJ Long weeks, short nights, paper cups and lay rights, but he's got that glint in his eye. One more call, one more sign, one more soul, stick a shining on a quiet Street by the side he breathing the sea smiling Wismers of the age of so the courty little replacement in some big new cherry goes down to old hours He's making dreams while he's chasing his own Meet the AJ Meet the AJ She got a blazer like armor, red soul thunder on the tile, both pants up like a dagger, closing deals with a side eye smile She don't wait in the lobby, she walks and all in the room Got the keys like a weapon, click clack, boom, boom, you're scrolling, open for a little stroke of fate Then the door swings open, baby. You're about to upgrade Meet the AJ, we have the open house door Hey, she's a hill on human parking high form. From the curve, the over the daddy line, she's a wonder woman's skyline. Meet the agent, watch her turn that soul sign toward the sun. She reads blueprints like poetry, sees your couch and every space murks, we'll skip this listing. Sweetheart, I can read your text. She's got comms like a comeback, numbers dancing on a tongue. When the bidding was burning, she's laughing, having fun, and nervous, pacing, thinking maybe it's too late. Then her lipsticks blazes, saying sign here, darling gray. We know the open house for She's a woman, you've been born in holding four. She's a one-woman skyline. EPA, watch her turn that soul sign toward the sun. She's got rock stars, swaggering and name tag beds, singing, wiring small when you can live large. Coffee in one hand, contract in the other. Treats every client like a secret lover. From studio flats to the palace on the hill. She don't chase dreams. She drafts the deal. She's a head of the line, it's been bargained on it for. Watch the backyard work. Sliding the DMs, you the one that we heard. Need a block, need a view, need a school down the dirt. From the vines to the valley where the gum trees curve. I'm the first car made when you chase net worth. Quick flick, real soul sign in a second. Kids on the lawn, dog tail, just flexing. Caption on fire, comments all checking. Who's that dude? That's me. I'm the agent. Meet the agent, meet the agent. Turn a little dream to a brand new pavement. From mild dirt, sun to the warn and borrain. And I'm out here fun, bright, loud. Australian, meet the agent. Meet the agent. Keys in the hair, big brand, no patience. If you see my face and you're for you page, then you just met your guy. I'm the agent. Open home day, got the playlist jumping. Kids get snacks, old mates, start chatting. Boots off coming at veranda or something. Fire pit night, see the backyard buzzing. Stories on the ground, middle tour, no filter. Sunset hits that red brick shimmer. From shepherding streets to the lakes and winner, got a buyer on the line. Make it all feel simple. Want space for the youth. I got that. Wan a short walk down to the local track. New build, old charm, little weatherboard shack. I can find what you love. Put your pen on the map. Meet with the agent. Meet the agent. Turn a little dream to a brand new pavement. From ill birth sun to the one ambo raining. I'm out here fun. Right, loud, Australia. Meet the agent. Meet the agent. Keys in the hand, big bring, no patience. If you see my face in your four-year page, then you just make your guy. I'm the agent. Coachy Road, big sky, that's the backdrop. Swipe up one call, make the stress stop. You bring the fam, I'll bring the laptop. We'll be clinking new keys when the beat drops. Yeah. Meet the agent, meet the agent. Turn a little dream to a brand new payment. From ill dress on to the world number rain, and I'm out here fun. Right. Australian, meet the agent. Meet the agent. Keys in the hand, big brain, no patience. If you send this clip in your home search playlist, you just found your guy. I'm the agent.

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Rock up in the suit, hot paid, fresh jordan. Clicking for contracts, small sitting borderline. You looking for a place, I'm looking for your budget. You show me your approvals, I'll show you where to touch it. Action on a Saturday, I'm whispering your limit. You say you wanna win it, I say you gotta spin it. You like my little brochure? I like your little stand. You circle the inspection, I circle you in red and then take you to the hope. Mm-hmm, baby. Have a little toe. Put up the floor. You say you wanna bargain. I can get you so much more. Let me be your bias again. I'll secure the candy store. Walk you through the whole way, touching every hidden door. You say you like it, chicken. Let me be a bias agent. I'll secure the candy. I'm asking about your make it last. I'm running out of you running your fingers. You let's I was me with your swear. So you want it really for you, say you wanna bother. I can get you so much more. Let me be your buyer's age. I'll secure that candy store. Walking through the house, touching every hidden door.

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You say you like it, check it. You say that's what I'm it for. Let me be your buyer's ace. I'll secure that candy store. Cracking little jokes while we sign on. But if you like it dirty, we can settle it.

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Take it to the off market, baby.

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Have a little tour. Open up the floor, plan, show you what it's really for. When you touchin' every hidden door, I can do diligence while you're thinking something more.

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You say you like it, tricky. I say that's what I'm it for. Let me be your buyer's agent. I'll secure the candy store.

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And on the paper, shaking hands across the line. Kitchen table, nervous laughter. We're trusting you with what is ours this time. Photos framed on the fridge, kids' heads marked on the wall. Can you make it shine like we remember? I say, watch it all unfold from the first small step to the big red bow every late night. Ever need to know we're gonna climb each rung till the last box rides the truck. This is how we say I'm a promise to assign our fun. Like song doors open every weekend, every run from the first home handshake till the key shaking hands were good. This is how we say we do everything we said we would shoes by the doorway, fresh cut flowers in a jar, open windows, coffee brewing, car start lining up along the yard. Come on in, take your time. Hear the footsteps on the floor, quiet whispers in the hallway. Someone's future walking through that door. Every little doubt, every should we wait? Every second gates meets a steady face, we ride the highs and lows till the last big number shows. This is how we sell it from a promise to a sign out front. Lights on those old.

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I'm Wendy Clare from Juge Interiors. If you've been loving our series, please follow us, subscribe, like our posts, and let us know what you think.

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This is how we sell it. We do everything we said we would.