Real estate broker by profession, emotional support system by accident.
Sells million-peso properties while simultaneously crying over a client finally finding “the one.” Runs on coffee, follow-ups, instinct, and an alarming amount of emotional attachment to floor plans.
Can discuss investment strategies, deep-cleaning systems, drag queens, Cebu growth corridors, Japanese convenience stores, and spicy tuyo pasta with equal intensity.
Built a life around “work-life integration” because apparently separating them was too boring. Travels the world collecting keychains like a tiny victorious goblin. Watches drag shows internationally like it’s an Olympic sport. Somehow makes luxury real estate feel like being adopted by a very organized ate.
Can go from: “Here’s the projected appreciation value over 10 years” to “Life is beautiful
” within the same sentence.
Has 20 years of real estate experience but still gets goosebumps when clients choose the home she knew they’d love.
Lowkey philosopher. High-functioning multitasker.
Gold-and-black branding outside. Orange Daffy Duck energy inside.
nakikiuso hehe
