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Missouri, United States



Tracker doesn’t just hunt ghosts he rizzes em up.
From the moment he walked in, he had vibes. He didn’t even use EMF readers just walked around with his hands out like a Wi-Fi antenna and said, “Yeah, there’s activity by the pantry.” Then, I kid you not, he reached into thin air and said, “Yo, do you like big booty Latinas?”
The lights flickered. A whisper said, “Yesss.”
Now the ghosts are chill, the house smells like cologne and candle wax, and every night the lights dim on their own like they’re setting the mood.
10/10 Tracker's got ghost rizz.