Die, Die, Property Values!

Greasy handprints, leaking rust water from parts stored on the roof, a huge pool of oil soaking into the weeds in front of the trailer.  How much would you pay to keep this out of your neighborhood?  Just visible inside the car is the faux-velour-upholstered green bench seat I pulled from a '72 Caprice, the original pee- scented newspaper-and-dog-blanket-stuffed seat being way too funky (in addition to having been crushed all the way into the back seat by the immense bulk of the car's previous owner).