A dream….. turned nightmare…

This disgusting catfish hunted me, fabricating endless lies and weaving intricate webs of deception. The sheer depth of manipulation and sickness that plagues this creature is nothing short of a cosmic phenomenon.

The story I will tell is beyond anything Hollywood could script. Had I not lived it myself, I wouldn’t believe it to be true.
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The Nussbaums—soulless beings disguised as friends—preyed on my trust. As my neighbors, they initially offered me shelter for six weeks while I constructed the cottage at my Maui property. But even in my most vulnerable moments, something in my gut told me not to trust them.

In the end, I chose to sleep in the dirt with the spiders and centipedes rather than under their roof. And for that, they have been retaliating ever since.
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Between 2015 and 2018, I went through two different builders. The first one (Volk) couldn’t spell ‘construction’ even with a cheat sheet taped to his hand—his incompetence caused massive damage to the property.

The second builder (WOC), I believe, had good intentions. Unfortunately, he lacked both the intelligence and the backbone to stand his ground. His unstable, drug-addicted wife wreaked havoc, ultimately joining forces with the Nussbaums—forming a pack of low-vibrational earthworms (no offense to real earthworms).

Together, this posse of manipulators abandoned the job and, adding insult to injury, had the audacity to show up in court alongside the Nussbaums—testifying against me with blatant lies.

During this crisis, someone I considered a friend redefined the very meaning of betrayal. When I confided in them about the issues with the builders, the neighbors, and Swany, they pretended to help—offering legal advice and guiding me through dealings with the Nussbaums, Swany, and the builder. They assured me they were protecting me, convincing me to hold off the operations of the farm under the promise that it would be fully operational once everything was resolved.

I trusted them. We formalized agreements, including an Operating Agreement and a Letter of Intent (LOI), spending $20,000 to ensure everything was legally sound. But in the end, those documents meant nothing. Instead of protecting me, they tricked me, locked me out of my own property, and stole it—right in plain sight of the courts.

I believe this was not just deception but a civil conspiracy—a coordinated effort involving the trustee and her attorney, Mr. Miller, the troll, to strip me of what was rightfully mine.

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