Sydney’s “word for disabled people you can’t say any more’s” property market has hit peak retardedness (that was the word you can’t say anymore) as a mobile storage unit, not even for sale, fetches Bondi cocaine-level prices.

“The mobile self-storage box sold for more than my rented asbestos abode”, said the recent evictee, who only paid $X to temporarily store the yellow box on his grasshole.

“Thank Agro from Cartoon Connection (God), the buyer mistook me for the TAXIBOX’s landlord,” croaked the man with stage four asbestos poisoning, who only paid $X to lease the yellow container as a safe haven for the belongings he hasn’t yet sold for food, while he downsizes to a cozy tent in the local park.

The man has asked everybody not to tell the new owners that they, in fact, own nothing except for his collection of vintage rhythm mags – one he’ll especially miss, which features Holly Valance bending over a casting couch that would get Tom Cruise jumping higher than George “fentanyl” Floyd – and some manjam stained lounges/milk crates.

TAXIBOX found the whole ordeal hilarious, throwing in an extra week rent-free for the new “owners” on the condition they don’t turn the TAXIBOX into a meth lab.

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