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Calling all Cliff Dwellers


I'm searching for a new pad. My pal Kim is relocating to Dallas in May and we're looking for a cute place in the Oak Cliff area. Anyone have a real estate agent or apartment locator they really like with properties in Oak Cliff?


Here's what we're looking for:



  • Kessler Park area or

  • Bishop Arts area or

  • Winnetka Heights area

  • dogs AND cats ok (1 each)

  • 2 bedroom

  • 1.5 or 2 bath (1 is acceptable if the place is right)

  • parking behind a gate, or behind the house/apt/bldg


Keep your eyeballs to the rent signs and let me know if you come across any leads!



Comments

B.Dan said…
Good luck with the search. Hopefully knowing someone in Oak Cliff will get me out there more often, to some place other than Sweet Georgia Brown Bar-B-Que, I don't know that area as well as I'd like to.
March 3, 2009 at 10:52 PM
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