The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the state of modern homebuying, where a person can spend forty-five hours touring properties, reviewing disclosures, and building trust with a licensed professional, only to abandon ship because a man with podcast microphone foam and a QUESTIONABLE BLAZER told them something between sips of his sponsored athletic greens. Reginald once lost a vintage gavel to a similar situation when his antique dealer mentioned a YouTube appraiser said it was overpriced, and I still wake up at 3 AM thinking about that gavel, SO I UNDERSTAND YOUR PAIN, but understanding does not equal absolution. You should have prepared this buyer from day one with a comprehensive media literacy waiver, perhaps a mandatory forty-eight hour quarantine from all social platforms before any offer submission, and honestly a light psychological screening. The fact that she is STILL SENDING YOU LISTINGS asking for six percent on properties she has not seen in markets she does not understand while the original sellers family was literally processing HOSPICE GRIEF suggests you failed to establish the fundamental boundary that a client-agent relationship is not a hostage negotiation mediated by content creators monetizing confusion. The influencer made eight dollars and you lost a closing and the family lost precious time during an already devastating chapter, and The Court holds you partially liable for not building a firewall between your buyer and the algorithm. This Court is adjourned because Reginald needs to go leave a one-star review on that podcast immediately.