487 Magnolia Drive

Welcome to 487 Magnolia Drive — this home doesn’t whisper, she screams! Set in the artistic enclave of Pine Lake, the very entryway dares you to blink. A hall of eyes — bloodshot, bulging, unrelenting — follow your every move. They don’t just watch, they leer. At the end of it all, Leatherface reigns supreme, chainsaw cocked like a half-grin, half-threat. This isn’t a foyer, it’s the slaughterhouse curtain call. The main level sprawls in hardwood and engineered floors, leading you into the kitchen so big, you’ll need BOTH hands to handle it. Carnival-colored cabinetry pops like sinful confetti, while the tiki mask stares with voyeuristic hunger — witness to every thrust, every slice, and every slash. Wide open like a dance floor, this isn’t just a place to cook - it’s where flavors get filthy and the countertops know all your secrets. Swing around to the bonus space — good as a third bedroom, office, or your private den of vices — before stumbling into the guest bath. Step inside this candy-coated den of depravity, where the only thing filthier than the décor is what’s about to happen inside! The living room? A neon-lit lair of lust. Cathedral ceilings soar above hardwood floors, with walls set ablaze in searing orange and midnight blue. In the corner lurks a Pepto-pink Nosferatu, stiff and obscene, caught like a pervert mid-peep. It’s an invitation to a den of electric sex - a hidden movie room straight out of a retro fever dream and with the promise for a triple feature of fun, fantasy, and just the right amount of naughty nostalgia. And then — the crown jewel, A curvaceous spiral staircase that will make you dizzy with desire.“Up you go, Tiger… upstairs is where the action really starts.” Two upstairs bedrooms are headlined by the oversized primary suite—complete with a walk-in closet, soaring angled ceilings, and skylights spilling in natural light, too pure for what really goes down here, but perfect for a lens capturing every angle. The renovated bath burns hot in tropical shades of orange, red, and blue, more beachside boudoir than suburban washroom. A bold ocean-blue double vanity, wide mirrors, a deep tub, and a shower that's so steamy, it needs a safe word. This isn’t hygiene, it’s foreplay. Step outside and you’ll find a backyard larger than most—fully fenced for your most private indulgences, anchored by a generous deck and tiki bar that begs you to bring the after-hours party home. Even the oversized two-car garage comes with room to spare, perfect for hiding away all your dirtiest toys. Offered with the option to stay “as is” in its decadent décor, this home delivers a rare versatility & flexibility only rivaled by the legends at the Clermont. She doesn’t just have a floor plan—she’s got a body that NEVER quits.