The Court has reviewed this confession with the weariness of a man who has seen too much, and frankly Reginald needs a moment because this case is EXACTLY why I no longer allow Instagram at family gatherings. Let the record show that the accused deployed a wide-angle lens, which is the photographic equivalent of wearing Spanx to a first date — technically legal, universally practiced, and only criminal if you lie about the contents. The buyers drove FORTY MINUTES without reading that the home was eleven hundred square feet, which was CLEARLY STATED, and The Court must ask: do these people also order at restaurants without looking at the menu and then sob when the burger arrives? Meanwhile this other agent, this eight-thousand-follower MENACE, orchestrated a comment-section jihad and then DELETED THE EVIDENCE like a coward fleeing a crime scene in sensible flats. I once had a listing where someone complained the backyard looked bigger in photos and I said "ma'am that is called THE SUN" and she reported ME to a board that does not exist. The seller asking if this affects price is like asking if a tornado affected your gazebo — YES, OBVIOUSLY, because we live in a hellscape where accountability has been replaced by screenshot culture. You are guilty only of being caught in the crossfire of someone else's unhinged vendetta, and The Court sentences the other agent in absentia to a lifetime of buyers who ask if the basement can be converted into a bowling alley.