Briefcases sale

I've always wanted to own a Filson briefcase, and last week, I found this 258 on a sale for roughly 165 usd. I could not missed such a good offer so i made a purchase. The bag arrived yesterday and, Im still a bit flinch by the size of it. After I loaded it up with my daliy carry, it weighs 7.5 kgs (about 16.5 pounds). Im planning to punch a few hole on the strap as the bag sling quite low on me, crossed body. Have anyone got any experience carrying it around, any davice would be appreciated. I am planning to walk around the city with it, any tips on how to make carry it less daunting?

“I expect you to die!”
My shout echoed off the sandstone pyramid. I swung my briefcase downward in a large arc, hopeful to catch the adventurer unawares. The multicolored rune shield stopped me short of a connection. I took a step back as a flash of red-green came rushing past. Once. Twice. I stepped back in for another attack. Three. Four. The poison from the dagger took hold immediately. I could feel it working its way through my veins. Up my arm, closer and closer to my heart. I knew it would kill me. I had to get out of here.
In a twirl of my purple robes, I dropped a smoke rune. The vapors twisted their tendrils, fingers wrapping around my body. I broke the tablet and teleported away the instant the smoke became too thick to see. Just at the last moment, I caught a glimpse of magenta. More specifically, the robes of Uri.
“Damn you, brother! How do you always appear as I’m leaving?”
Limping into the portal, I made my way to the pool. Bending and cupping my hands together, I gulped the liquid down. It tasted horrendous, but the effects were immediate. I could feel the poison being sucked back down, slowly dripping from the cuts on my arm. It made a small pool in the grass, the greens playing tricks on the eyes, as it faded into the dirt.
Although I felt physically better, the damage to my psyche was still there. Every single time my alarm goes off, I run out to protect my hidden caches. Every single time, some young buck adventure is there with some gods forsaken armor to beat me back to my hovel. And every single time, my damned brother, Uri, shows up when I leave! Every. Single. Time. It drove me mad. How do they find my treasures? How do they know the way to unlock the doors? Even the alarms don’t seem to help. I’m sick of it! I’m sick of my good for nothing brother laughing away with them while I slink back here.I need a new job. I’m tired of this protection agency. “Oh, you’re so good at your job, Double Agent,” I mocked, venom on my tongue. “Tomorrow,” I said. “Tomorrow I’ll finally make a name for myself. A new name. One other than ‘Double Agent,’ or ‘Bad Guy.’”
Early the next morning, I awoke and stepped to my wardrobe. “There’s not much for options,” I mused. Spotting the patch of black between all the H.A.M robes, I quickly grabbed it and shook it out. “This’ll do nicely,” to nobody in particular. I threw on the vest and slacks and gave myself a once over in the mirror. Twirling my mustache between two fingers, I mused “Yes. I’m just missing one…” I went to the cape rack and found it. With a twist, I threw the cape on, the sashes falling over my shoulder. White with a small gold shoulder trim, blazend with a saw and log. “Dress for the part you play, they say.”Heading to the portal, I grabbed my bowler hat from the stand and slapped it onto my head. With a flick of the brim, I grinned and stepped through. The world shrank and grew with a purple haze as I was transported from Rimmington to Varrock in a flash. “I’ll never get used to that,” I grunted.
Walking around the city felt good. Nobody seemed to recognize me. Nor did anyone pull a dagger behind my back, though not for lack of checking. Playing the role of the double agent has taken its toll on my mind all these years. It’s time to settle down and build my own empire. No more silly scavenger hunts with my brother. No more taking beating from “adventurers.” No. This was my time.
After searching the city for a few minutes, I found the perfect location. It was a small, single story building just outside the palace courtyard. “Yes, yes. The palace guards will want a better place to sleep. Maybe the church goers across the street are looking for new homes.”
The “for sale” sign hung just on the corner of the shabby building. “Well, it’ll certainly need a little work, but nothing I can’t handle.” I grabbed the sign off my new home and made my way down the road toward the courtyard. The birds whistled as I passed. The leaves twitched with the breeze. I made my way up the stairs and into the castle itself. Looking around for a clerk or knight, I decided to head to the left. The faint sound of quill scratching parchment made its way down the corridor.
Peeking inside the open room, papers and books scattered around what I only assumed was the library. A small, squirrel looking man sat at a desk writing away. I cleared my throat… Twice… Three times.
“Ah! Hello, hello,” he said with a start. “My name is Reldo. I am the palace librarian.” He pushed his thick frame glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“That’s why you’re in the library, then.” I said. “I’m here about the property for sale just east of the courtyard. And perhaps a seller's permit, if you’re the man to see.”
“Yes! You’ve come to the right place, err..I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”
“Yuri.”
“Ah, Yuri. I’ll just grab the paperwork and begin filling it out, shall I? Now then.. Where did I put that…” Reldo mused, rifling through his paperwork. “S-sorry,” he stuttered.“Take your time, comr- my good man.” Blast. It’ll be hard to break the old habits I’ve had all these years.
“Here we go!” He began filling in the forms. “Now then. The fees for the permit, on top of the property, and also the permit to own land in our great Varrock total to 10,000 gold pieces.”
Highway robbery, this. “Perfect,” I said with a devilish smile. I sat my briefcase on the table and unclicked the latches. The gold shone out like a brilliant light, dancing in the torch flames. I counted out my coins and collected my paperwork.
“The tax collector will be around once a year!” Reldo called after me.
I couldn’t wait. I’d extort the lumber yard for commission. If their planks wanted to go into my homes, they’d have to pay. Need a few decorations, adventure? How about a new property elsewhere? Ha! I’d take them for everything they’ve got. And then some.
Back at my new business, I took the “For Sale” sign down and unlocked the door. Time to get to work.
“Hello. Welcome to the Gielinor Housing Agency! What can I do for you?” I asked with a flick of my hat. The words “I expect you to die!” fading into an echo over the castle walls.
If you've made it this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed it! I really enjoyed writing this and "researching" for it. If you have any other in game characters you'd like me to write about, let me know! Can't wait to see what kind of feedback I get. Common questions I've recieved so far:
"Why?" Eh. Boredom? Fun? I enjoy writing and I'd like to think I'm halfway decent at it. The Double Agent/Uri are the same as the Estate Agent, so I got this idea.
"What's the point?" No clue. Entertainment, I s'pose. Mabye an "atta boy" from a Jmod or something.
"Do you have any other ideas?" Yup! They're in the works, but we'll see.

I keep seeing the same questions ask r over and over - “WHAT CAN I BRING?”
ALLOWED ITEMS
YES Liquid sunscreen, in non-­aerosol containers of 3oz or less YES Bug spray in non-­aerosol containers of 3oz or less YES Clear backpacks, bags, and purses (no larger than 12” x 6” x 12”) YES One-gallon clear plastic freezer bag (Zip-top bag or similar) YES Fanny Packs are allowed YES Small clutch bags approximately the size of a hand with or without a handle or strap YES Blankets & beach towels YES Sunglasses and hats YES One (1) EMPTY non-glass water container up to 2 liters in size YES EMPTY CamelBak style water bladder systems subject with one pocket for the water bladder and one additional pocket* YES If you need medicine, please note that prescription and OTC medications are subject to specific guidelines** YES Factory-sealed nasal Naloxone/Narcan kit; no more than 2 per person YES Baby strollers (if you have small children) *Guidelines for CamelBak style hydration systems: Although SINGLE POCKET CamelBak style water bladder systems are allowed EMPTY into the venue, the water bladders themselves must be capable of being removed from the carrier and must be transparent enough to allow security to visually inspect the empty bladder. Additionally, CamelBak style bladder carriers must have no more than ONE pocket in addition to the compartment that hold the water bladder. Any CamelBak style water bladders that cannot be removed from the carrier and/or is opaque enough to prevent visual inspection will not be allowed into the festival. Any CamelBak­ style bladder carriers larger than the permitted size will not be allowed into the festival.
**Guidelines for prescription and OTC medications: Prescription medications are allowed only in the original prescription bottle, any person attempting to bring in prescription medication must have a government­ issued photo identification card that matches the name printed on the prescription, and the pills in the bottle must match the description printed on the prescription. You will only be allowed to carry the dosage of prescription medication required for the duration of each individual Event date. Over-­the-­counter medications are allowed provided that they are new and in the original, factory-sealed container.
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NO Tents, umbrellas, or temporary structures of any kind NO Weapons, knives, or firearms of any kind, including any item that can be used as a weapon NO Narcotics, including marijuana, drug paraphernalia and any other illegal substances NO Backpacks, cinch bags, briefcases, purses, or bags allowed except bags made of clear plastic, clear vinyl, or clear PVC not exceeding 12” x 6” x 12” NO Alcoholic beverages of any kind NO Unsealed disposable vapor or electronic cigarettes NO Drones or any other remote flying device NO Vitamins NO Kites NO Glow Sticks NO Focused light devices, including laser pointers NO Refillable vapor or electronic cigarettes NO Unsealed: cigarette packages, tampons, packs of gum and chapstick/lip gloss NO Marker pens and spray paint NO Air horns and/or megaphones NO Items intended for sale/promotion (including flyers, stickers and posters) NO Water guns, water balloons, and/or any other kind of water projectile NO Glass in any form, including glass bottles NO Outside food or beverages NO Skateboards, rollerblades, hoverboards, scooters, bicycles, wagons and/or motorized carts or Scooters NO Fidget spinners NO Bicycles inside festival grounds (bike racks will be available near the entrance) NO Large chains or spiked jewelry NO Fireworks, sparklers, firecrackers, and/or incendiary or explosive devices of any kind NO Chinese Lanterns NO Umbrellas NO Chairs of any kind, including inflatable loungers NO Coolers of any kind, including hard­sided and soft­sided coolers NO Pets (service animals with current rabies vaccination excepted) NO Video equipment of any kind (including personal camcorders and GoPro cameras) NO Professional photo equipment (SLDSLR cameras, detachable/removable lens cameras) NO Audio recording equipment of any kind NO Portable audio equipment of any kind, including portable “boom box” stereo systems NO Professional radios or walkie­talkies NO Flags and/or flagpoles NO Selfie sticks NO Hammocks NO Any item that can be used as a means to disturb the peace, endanger the safety of the crowd, and/or inflict damage to people and goods *ALLOWED/PROHIBITED ITEMS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE
Hangout Music Festival and private security personnel at the entrances reserve the right to make the final determination on allowed and non-­allowed items.
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Hey everyone, just wanted to inform everyone on some of the sales on Sierra.com on Topo Designs bags and accessories:
Global Travel Bag 30L (Black or Desert Palm/Pond Blue) for $59.99, retails new on Topo for $199.00
Global Briefcase (Desert Palm/Pond Blue) for $49.99, retails new on Topo for $129.00
Light Pack 18.5L (Black) for $24.99, retails new on Topo for $79.00
Daypack Classic 20L (Black, Khaki/Black, Mineral Blue, Coral/Peppercorn, Khaki/Forest, Charcoal) for $29.99, retails new on Topo for $99.00
Rover Classic Rolltop 20L (Black, Olive, Navy, Coral/Peppercorn) for $29.99, retails new on Topo for $99.00
Daypack Tech 20L (Black, Navy, Olive) for $39.99, retails new on Topo for $129.00
Rover Pack Tech 20L (Khaki) for $39.99, retails new on Topo for $129.00
Then there are also Mountain Packs, Duffles, Dopp Kits, and Pack Bags as well.
I got a Global Travel 40L in Desert Palm a few weeks ago for $70, which is $229 new on Topo. I'm going to pick up the Daypack Tech in Navy or Daypack Classic in Charcoal since they're no longer available colorways on Topo.
Just wanted to put it out there for everyone.

Hey everyone, just wanted to inform everyone on some of the sales on Sierra.com on Topo Designs bags and accessories:
Global Travel Bag 30L (Black or Desert Palm/Pond Blue) for $59.99, retails new on Topo for $199.00
Global Briefcase (Desert Palm/Pond Blue) for $49.99, retails new on Topo for $129.00
Light Pack 18.5L (Black) for $24.99, retails new on Topo for $79.00
Daypack Classic 20L (Black, Khaki/Black, Mineral Blue, Coral/Peppercorn, Khaki/Forest, Charcoal) for $29.99, retails new on Topo for $99.00
Rover Classic Rolltop 20L (Black, Olive, Navy, Coral/Peppercorn) for $29.99, retails new on Topo for $99.00
Daypack Tech 20L (Black, Navy, Olive) for $39.99, retails new on Topo for $129.00
Rover Pack Tech 20L (Khaki) for $39.99, retails new on Topo for $129.00
Then there are also Mountain Packs, Duffles, Dopp Kits, and Pack Bags as well.
I got a Global Travel 40L in Desert Palm a few weeks ago for $70, which is $229 new on Topo. I'm going to pick up the Daypack Tech in Navy or Daypack Classic in Charcoal since they're no longer available colorways on Topo.
Just wanted to put it out there for everyone.

PayPal invoice only, shipped with USPS tracking same day or next day if ordered after 3pm PST. Shipping is usually $3-5 depending on location and item weight. If you want to save on shipping it’s recommended to buy several items together!
All items are brand new and great quality. Clothes are from Cloyad, Jewelry is from SurvivalSource, and bags are from either Brother Sam or ScarletLuxury. DM ME FOR MEASUREMENTS OR MORE PHOTOS OF ANYTHING!
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Clothing:
$38 $25 - G*cci White Striped Logo T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga Layered Print T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga Wave T-Shirt - Size XS fits true to size small
$45 $35 - B@lenci@ga Crackprint T-Shirt - Size XS fits true to size small
$70 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Monogram Dress Shirt - Size Small
$75 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Monogram Hoodie - Size Small
$75 - B@lenci@ga Track Windbreaker - Tag says size medium but it fits like a small
Jewelry:
$45 - C@rtier Love Bracelet Silver - Size 18
$25 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Monogram Clasp - Adjustable to any wrist size (soft metal)
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$190 $169 - Pr@d@ Briefcase With Strap
$190 - Chr*stian Di0r Backpack

A while back I got suckered by a fraudster, and I lost our life savings. This is the story of how I got suckered, and how I got my money back, with interest.
“Why do you want to move our money?” my wife said, “Mega Bank does a pretty good job managing it.” Each month my wife took our surplus income and dumped it into our retirement plan and other investments, and for years it had been growing. It had started out as a nest egg, but now it was actual money, real money. Not enough to retire on, but a great start.
“Mega Bank is just hugging the index,” I said. I was parrotting a phrase I’d heard from a fast talking fraudster who’d given a seminar for the local bar association. My wife asked what it meant, and I explained. “Mega Bank is basically just buying the index, and charging us for the privilege. We could do the same thing they are, but without paying them a percentage.”
“Then why don’t we do that? Let’s exit the Mega Bank Mutual Fund, and buy the index. That way our money is safe.”
I shook my head. “We can do way better.” The fraudster’s seminar had lasted barely an hour, but now I was an expert on the stock market. “Look, a bunch of guys from the local bar association are all joining in with this guy. He’s got a great track record.”
Edward Lee Shore was the man’s name, and he was an investing genius. His funds had made steady returns above market for years. I showed my wife the glossy brochure I’d picked up at the seminar that morning. She took it from me, and flipped through it.
“If he promised crazy high returns, then I’d know he was shady, but that’s not what he’s promising,” she said, “just good, steady returns.”
“Exactly! He’s got this thing he buys, called Principal Protected Notes, and that means you can’t lose your principal.”
“Really?” my trusting wife said, and I told her yes, really, and talked her into transferring all our funds to the genius investor’s company, Leeshore Investments.
People reading this are going to say that I should have known this was bullshit right from the start, and maybe they’re right, but the thing is, I didn’t come from money, and when it came to finance, my bullshit detector wasn’t very well calibrated. In the middle-class home I grew up in, money was for spending. Sure, my parents saved, sort of, in a half-assed way, but for the most part, money was for spending, and so when I reached my thirties and found to my surprise that I had surplus income, I didn’t know what to do with it. I had no notion, no idea at all, until I met Edward Lee Shore, the genius investor, the man who told me to do with my money.
So my wife gave me her ok, and a guy from Leeshore Investments came by our house with papers, a pen and glib talk. My wife and I signed those papers here and there, next to the little blue x’s, over and over again and while we signed the man talked, and when he finished talking and when we finished signing he left.
“He didn’t leave any copies,” my wife said.
“I guess he’ll send them in the mail,” I said. But the man had left one piece of paper, a little blurb about the awesomeness of Leeshore Investments, and how their money was all in accounts with Mega Bank, invested in Principal Protected Notes, and so their clients’ money was doubly secure, financially invincible.
The blurb included the company’s website, and the fast talking sales guy had walked me through setting up our username and password. “We’ll be able to monitor our investments, real time,” I said to my wife, “Mega Bank never offered that; with them, we had to wait for the monthly statement. But now, I’m gonna check out our balance every day, and if we aren’t making the money that they promised, I’ll let you know right away.” I kept the first part of that promise, and that’s the only reason I got our money back. As for the second, my wife and I disagree on whether I kept that part of the bargain.
The Main Branch of Mega Bank was downtown, taking up the entire ground floor of the same building where I worked on the fifteenth floor. I walked through Main Branch almost every day on my way to court and back. The windows of Main Branch and the entire building were coated with layers of precious metal. On cloudy days, the tower looked like it was silver, and when it rained, copper, but on good days, the tower gleamed golden, and on those days, which were most days, Mega Bank reigned supreme over the financial sector.
A couple of days after we gave our money to Leeshore Investments, I was walking through Main Branch. Main Branch was as big inside as a cathedral, and I felt like I was in a church that was dedicated to money. I had no business at Mega Bank that day, no deposits to make, nothing to do, but I heard a voice call my name, and I turned.
“How’s it going, Calledthe90s,” a voice said. It was the floor’s senior financial advisor, a woman close to retirement. Mega Bank had her on a high profile desk, the one for servicing local professionals, mostly lawyers. “Not bad, not bad,” I said.
“Sorry to see your money’s leaving us,” the Advisor said. Leeshore Investments had acted fast after I signed the papers, and I was pleased to see that the transfer was underway. I explained that technically speaking, the money wasn’t actually leaving Mega Bank; that I was merely switching financial managers, that’s all. “Leeshore banks with you guys,” I said, “their office is upstairs, just like mine.”
“It’s not quite the same,” the Advisor said, explaining that if a Mega Bank broker messed up, the Bank was there to answer for it, but if Leeshore lost my money, I’d be without recourse. “I know you know this,” the Advisor said, “and I’ve made this speech to a bunch of our lawyer clients over the last while, people like you who are moving their money to Leeshore, but I have to say it. Just a little warning, that’s all.”
I made polite thank you noises accompanied by a little nod.
“And you can always come back, you know,” the Advisor said, “we never say no to money.”
I thanked her again, and walked on to the elevator banks and a few minutes later I was at my desk, logging into Leeshore’s website, using the credentials that the fast talking sales guy had left behind after his visit.
I could see all my investments online on Leeshore’s website. There were six facilities invested in various things. The balances for all six accounts fluctuated slightly right before my eyes, and next to them was a box showing green for positive, red for negative. Four were green, two were red, but only slightly, and already the fund had earned a small gain. Nothing spectacular, but a gain. That night my wife and I checked the Leeshore’s website again, and saw that they’d finished the day up almost a third of a point. Not bad, on a day when the market was flat.
The next day I was coming back from court and was walking through Main Branch of Mega Bank. Although I’d moved my investments, I was still a customer. Mega Bank had my firm’s trust and general accounts, and my staff and I popped in and out occasionally to do this and that. The financial advisor spotted me, and called me over.
“Sorry about the delay with one of your funds,” she said.
“What delay?”
“Your wife didn’t sign one of the forms,” she said, passing it over the counter. It was one of the Leeshore Investment transfer forms that the fast talking money guy had placed before us for signature. I looked at it, and saw that like the Advisor said, my wife had missed one of the signatures.
“So where’s the money?” I said.
“Still with us. Just get your wife’s signature, and we’ll move it over right away.” I took the form with me, and headed up to my office. With a coffee in hand, I closed my office door and turned on my monitor. After a few clicks I was back on the website of Leeshore investments, looking at how my life savings were doing.
I could see that the market was down, but my money with Leeshore was holding its own, treading water in the unsteady market, keeping its place. I looked at the facilities, all six of them, and I wondered how all six facilities could be performing well, when one of the facilities had not been transferred. It didn’t make any sense. Mega Bank had sent Leeshore only five of my funds, yet Leeshore recorded all six being in their hands. The proof was right on my screen.
A few minutes later I was back downstairs at Mega Bank, in Advisor’s office and we looked at her screen.
“The sixth fund is still with us,” she said, pointing at her screen, and I looked where she pointed, and she was right. Five of the accounts were gone, but one remained, a joint investment account, the one that my wife had forgotten to sign off on.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” I said. The Advisor agreed that it made no sense. “There must be some explanation,” I said, and the Advisor suggested I call Leeshore. I used her deskphone, and when I called Leeshore’s office, the receptionist put me right through to Edward Lee Shore himself. I explained that I was with my old Advisor, and that I had a question. I explained the problem.
“Oh, that,” he said, “sure, that happens sometimes. I would have mentioned it to you myself, but Mega Bank was late telling us that the transfer didn’t go through.”
“But why does it show on your system that my money is there? Why can we see it on the screen?”
Edward Lee Shore explained it to me, something about margin and leverage, and money transfer protocols, and wires and ETFs, and making sure the customer was covered. “It’s all about customer service, making sure our people are taken care of, even when Mega Bank drops the ball,” he said, adding that I was a valued customer, and he wouldn’t be charging me any extra fees for making sure I was in the market, while we waited for Mega Bank to hand over the money. “Thanks,” I said, and put down the phone. I hadn’t understood a word he said. I looked across at the Advisor. She had been in the business for decades, and she would be able to translate what Edward Lee Shore had just told me. “That was just a bunch of money words,” she said, “I couldn’t make heads or tails out of it.” I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all. I’d felt a chill in my office a few minutes earlier, but that was nothing compared to what I was feeling now.
“Can you transfer the money back to me?” I said.
“No,” the Advisor said, “the money is with Leeshore now, and we need their consent to move it.”
“Thanks,” I said. I left her office, walking fast, then really fast, and when I reached the elevators I pounded the up button until a door opened, and then I hammered the button for the fifteenth floor so hard that my hand hurt. “Cancel my appointments,” I said to my senior secretary as I passed by her desk.
I shut the door to my office and sat at my desk, my head in my hands. Leeshore’s website was on my screen, showing my balances, but I didn’t trust those balances any more. One of them was obviously completely fictitious, showing the performance of an investment that had yet to reach Leeshore’s office. The balance on the sixth facility was bullshit, and if it was bullshit, so were the others.
Edward Lee Shore had defrauded me. He’d done it easily, almost without effort. He’d opened his mouth, and after listening to him blah blah for an hour, I’d gone home and persuaded my wife to give him everything we’d saved. Now we had almost nothing, and it was one hundred percent my fault. My face burned with embarrassment and shame, first for being taken like an ignorant rube, and second, because I did not know what to tell my wife. We had only one account of six left, and a small one at that. I’d lost almost everything, and we’d be starting from financial scratch.
You’d think that a lawyer would be able to figure out what to do. By this point I’d been at the bar for close to a decade, and I knew my way around the courts. But I wasn’t just the lawyer this time; I was the victim, and I did what most victims do: I panicked. Before I could properly consider the matter, I swung into action, and started a series of maneuvers intended to fix things, but which only made it worse.
“What’s up?” Edward Lee Shore said, when I called him for the second time that day. I explained that I’d changed my mind, that my wife and I wanted our money back. I kept my voice polite,under control.
“No can do,” he said to me affably, “it’s a locked in fund, guaranteed for a year at least. You’re a lawyer. You ought to read the fine print. I can’t let you out; it would upset the balance of the fund.”
I don’t know why I thought politeness would work, but it didn’t, and I went to my default setting when things don’t go my way for something that matters to me. “Listen,” I said, “I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I really don’t. You’ve had my money for all of five fucking minutes, and I want it back, now.” He hung up on me, and when I went a few floors to confront him personally, his office was locked. I banged on the door. I yelled. I raged. Then I heard a voice, Shore’s voice, speaking to me from the other side of the door. “You should have read the fine print,” he said, “come see me in a year.”
That was my first move, to alert Edward Lee Shore that I was on to him. I made more mistakes that day, but letting Lee Shore know I was on to him was the first, and the biggest. Everything that happened after that, flowed from that first mistake.
I was still panicking, and I was thinking like a victim, like a rube. Like a client. What does any client do, when they’re desperate and need help right away? They hire a lawyer. I was in a tall downtown building filled with law firms, and I went to the first one I could think of.
The receptionist made me wait for thirty minutes while she called here and there, looking for a lawyer who was free. Finally she found someone, and I was taken to a small office where a lawyer greeted me. I explained the problem, the amounts involved, the urgency of immediate action.
“Well,” the man said, “you did agree to lock in the money for a year. You should have read the fine print. You can’t prove fraud, so I don’t see that you have much to go on.” We talked back and forth for a while, but he was firm. There was no remedy. I’d have to await the year that I’d agreed to, and then I could ask for my money back. “If he doesn’t give it back to you then, feel free to return, and we’ll help you out.” That was his advice, for which he charged a thousand bucks.
I left the lawyer’s office feeling way worse than I had when I’d walked in. After falling for Leeshore’s huge fraud, I’d fallen for a law firm’s smaller one, paying good money for shitty legal advice. But I was still in client mode, so I went to another law firm in the same building. I went to reception, told them I had an emergency, and after a while, they took me to a lawyer’s office. He was more senior than the first guy, corner office and all that, and his advice was more concrete.
“Mareva injunction all the way,” he said, “you give me the go ahead, and we’ll have the papers filed within a day, and we’ll be in front of a judge within a week.”
“A week?” I said.
“Commercial Litigation Court’s packed this week; two judges on vacation and another is in hospital. A week’s the best I can do.”
“Ok, but how about an injunction of some kind, a court order to freeze the funds.” I hadn’t mentioned that I was a lawyer; I’d been too embarrassed to admit that little fact, so I had to sit there, and listen patiently as he explained that there could be no execution before judgment, no judgment before there was a lawsuit, and no injunction until there was a motion, and no motion unless they could get a court date, which he could not, at least for a week.
“A week’s plenty of time, unless your target knows you’re coming.” An hour earlier I’d been outside Leeshore’s office, pounding on the door and screaming that I wanted my money, my fucking money right now.
“I don’t think we have a week,” I said. I headed back to my office, poorer by yet another thousand dollars. I sat at my desk, stunned. I pulled off my jacket and undid my tie, because I was sweating like I’d run a marathon on a hot day.
I’d tried asking for my money back, and then I’d demanded it and screamed for it, but words hadn’t worked. I needed more than words, I needed the court system to help me out, but the two lawyers I’d consulted couldn’t help me.
“You created this mess all on your own. You should have read the fine print. You fucked up, and you’re going to have to fix it yourself.” That’s what I said to myself, and when I realized that I was all alone, that I had no one to turn to, my brain started to work once more.
I went to our firm’s small library, and found Baldwin on Banking, but after almost an hour I gave up, because Baldwin was missing a chapter on what to do after someone rips you off.
So I tried the book on injunctions next, but that was useless. To get a court order to freeze a bank account you needed a judge, and I couldn’t get in front of a judge for a week. So I dithered in the library for another hour, looking at this, flipping through that, and then I retreated to my office.
I was panicking again, really panicking now. I’d painted myself into a corner, and burned my bridges and shot myself in the foot for good measure. My law degree and a decade of practice was useless, and I had no way to fight back against Edward Lee Shore. If I hadn’t panicked, if I’d remained calm, I would have hired a lawyer to do the Mareva thing, and unwarned, Edward Lee Shore would have been a sitting duck. But I’d panicked, and so I’d blown the only thing I had going for me, the advantage of surprise.
I get this nightmare sometimes, one that lots of people get. Maybe you know the one I’m talking about, the dream where you’re back in school and you have an exam coming up and you haven’t studied. You aren’t prepared, you don’t have time to catch up, but there’s a one hundred percent final the next day and you have one night to learn an entire course.
In my dreams, I always woke up before I actually had to write that nightmare final exam, but this time it was for real. I had maybe a day at most to do something, and after that i would be finished. I picked up the phone and called my wife.
“I’m teaching,” she said, “you shouldn't call when I’m teaching.” She was whispering, and in the background I could hear rowdy teenagers doing their thing.
“I’m pulling an all nighter,” I said.
“What?”
I promised that I’d tell her all about it and then hung up. Then I went online, and started to research. It was time to start studying for tomorrow’s final, a one hundred percent final, where you either scored perfect or you failed. I’d either find a way to stop Edward Lee Shore, or I’d go back home to tell my wife that I’d lost everything we’d saved.
By midnight I was starting to get punchy; coffee can do only so much before it starts to bite you on the ass. I was slouched over my desk, trying to find new sources, a new idea. I flipped through Baldwin on Banking again, and the Canadian Encyclopedic Digest. I’d tried every combination of search terms I could think of on Quicklaw, pulled up every case, scanned every headnote, but I’d found nothing. A little after midnight my nightmare entered the truly desperate phase. With the text books and case law and all secondary sources proving totally useless, I had reached my last resort. I was reading statutes.
In my area of practice, federal statutes aren’t really a thing. I practice in areas under provincial jurisdiction, whereas banks are federally regulated. But in my desperation, I thought I’d try reading the Bank Act. Maybe I’d find something there. So I clicked on a link and waited for the Bank Act PDF to download.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I told our server, when the statute took too long to appear on the screen. But I soon realized that the server wasn’t the problem. It was the statute itself. When the Bank Act finally finished downloading, I saw that it was massive: Almost a thousand sections, and many of those sections were themselves big enough to be entire statutes all on their own. I’d never seen a statute that big.
“Gotta start somewhere,” I said, as my eyes scanned the opening sections, and I started to read. I read, and I read, and read some more, and I drank coffee and made notes. Earlier that evening I’d spoken with my wife and traded some texts with her. She’d asked me to come home, saying that whatever it was I was working on, it wouldn’t look so bad if I got a good night’s sleep, and while normally she would be right, this time she was wrong. So I kept on reading and mouse clicking and note taking and coffee drinking, and by two a.m. I was barely halfway through the Bank Act when I paused.
I was reading an obscure Bank Act provision about unclaimed balances, but my brain couldn’t focus. I was starting to fade out now, because it’s not so easy to pull an all-nighter when you’re pushing forty. All nighters are for kids, and I wasn’t a kid. But there was at least a small part of my brain that was still awake, still paying attention, and it gave me a little poke, and told me to re-read the paragraph that I’d blown past a minute before. I went back, and read the provision again, and again. The wording was obscure and convoluted. It hardly made any sense at all.
I read the clause again, and again, its words strange and almost cryptic. The words seemed to be creating a right, but doing it not with positive words, but instead using language of negation. No wonder I’d missed it the first time. The clause was terribly drafted, really, my law brain said. “If I were drafting that clause, I’d just say straight out that--”
And then I jumped out of my seat and whooped. The office was empty; not even articling students work until two in the morning. I whooped again, but then told myself to calm down. I reminded myself that it was early morning, that I’d had no sleep, that I had no fucking idea what I was doing, and that I was desperate besides. So I did a search on the Bank Act provision that I hoped was my salvation, to see if the wording had ever been cited. Surely if someone had used it before for what I wanted to use it, I’d find cases all over the place. I cut and pasted the statute section into Quicklaw. I pressed enter and --
Nothing. Not a thing. The phrase had never been considered by a judge. There was no record of anyone interpreting the section of the Bank Act that I was hoping would save my ass, and my burst of enthusiasm disappeared. The brief instant of hope had energized me, and when hope faded, my remaining energy faded with it.
“Got no choice,” I said to myself as I pulled up a document and started typing. “You’ve already lost all your money; might as well embarrass yourself as well.” So I typed and I drafted and deleted and retyped, and when I finished, there was a Statement of Claim on my screen, the opening salvo of a lawsuit. It wasn’t much, but it was the best I could do.
I got some sleep on the couch in my office, and I didn’t wake up until almost eight-thirty. I ran downstairs to the building’s gym for a quick shower. I tried to make myself look decent, but I was in a rush. I needed to get my claim issued right at 9:30 if I was to have a chance. But when I got there, a long line up of process servers awaited me.
“Is it always like this,” I said to our firm’s process server. He was twenty places back in line.
“You have no idea,” he said. He told me to leave it with him, and he’d probably get it issued by the end of the day. But I wasn’t waiting. I pulled out my wallet, and walked up to the process server at the front of the line.
“I gotta claim that I need issued right now, and I’m paying extra to jump the line.” I pulled some bills from my wallet and pressed then into the process server’s hand. When the court opened a few minutes later, my claim got issued first. It had cost me close to two hundred bucks, but I didn’t care. I took my issued claim, and headed off at a run. I had to get to Main Branch of Mega Bank.
Every second counted, and a few minutes later, I arrived. By now it was nine-forty five, and many of the counters were open. There were already long lines, and I half-walked, half ran through the branch, looking for a counter with no line up. But everything was busy, everything was packed and time was running out.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Calledinthe90s,” my former Advisor called out to me from her desk. She was serving a customer, but she could see the distress on my face, and took pity on me. “I gotta document I have to serve on right away,” I said, and when I said those words, the Advisor’s customer turned around, and looked at me.
It was Edward Lee Shore of Leeshore investments. He had a briefcase with him and a suitcase. I brushed past him, and gave the claim I was carrying to the Advisor.
I knew that I was probably wasting my time. Seeing Shore had put me back into full panic mode. He was on his way out. That much was obvious. I’d given him a day’s notice, and that’s all he needed. I figured he’d locked his office door for the last time, and was making a final trip to Mega Bank to cash out, to take all his money with him. But I had a card to play, and maybe it was just a bluff, but I was going to play it anyway. I passed the claim to the Advisor.
“I was here first,” Edward Lee Shore said, but I ignored him.
“I’m, uh, serving the bank with this claim,” I said, “and I’m uh, I’m claiming ownership of some funds on deposit.” I’d sued Edward Lee Shore and his company, Leeshore investments, and all the lawsuit said was that I was claiming ownership of money in his accounts. The claim had taken me hours to draft, but it was only two pages long. “Gimme my money,” the claim said, “gimme my money. I want my money.” A ridiculous claim, really, and I felt embarrassed when I passed the papers to the Advisor. She took them from me and began to read them over
I watched the Advisor read over my paperwork. “I’ll be back,” she said. I thought Shore would be angry that she’d taken me ahead of him, but he wasn’t. Nor did he become angry when I gave him another copy of the claim and told him he was served.
“You’re too late,” he said with an eat shit grin, “you can’t do anything without a court order. You’re a lawyer. You should know that. When she comes back, she’s going to tell you to go away, and you know what she’ll do next? She’s going to send a wire pursuant to my instructions. All your stunt had done, is delay me five minutes.”
The Advisor returned. “Done,” she said.
“What,” I said.
“Done what?” Shore said.
“We get claims like this now and again. I had to check with the assistant manager, but that’s just protocol. It’s done now.”
“What’s done,” I said again, trying not to scream, desperate to know what it was she had done.
“I froze the accounts,” she said.
“You froze my accounts,” I said, trying not to get excited, afraid to believe that I was saved. “You froze all five?
The Advisor shook her head, and when I saw that my heart sank and Shore smiled. But at the Advisor’s next words, Shore’s smile froze on his face.
“No, it doesn’t work that way,” she said, “I can’t freeze particular funds in Leeshore’s accounts. I had to freeze Leeshore’s account, all of them, everything.
Shore looked at her, stunned. Then he turned to me. “You can’t freeze an account without a court order. You just can’t.” Now it was my turn to smile, and I said the words that I’d wanted to say since I first read them at two a.m. that morning. The words that I said were the most beautiful words I’ve ever spoken in my life. It’s the only time I said them, but I will never forget those words.
“Your accounts are all frozen pursuant to subsection four thirty-seven sub two of the Bank Act,” I said. “Your accounts, all of them, are frozen by operation law. I froze the accounts automatically, without a court order, and they will remain frozen until you get a court order to unfreeze them.”
“But there must be another way,” Shore said.
“Yes,” the Advisor said, “if the Plaintiff consents. You can still operate your accounts, but only if the Plaintiff consents. Shore turned to me. “We have to talk,” he said. “Come to my office,” I said.
* * *
We didn’t talk for long. It was easy to reach a deal and we were both in a hurry; he had a wire to send and a plane to catch, and I wanted my money on the spot. We typed up a letter to the bank, a letter of instructions. We both signed it, and we went back downstairs to the same counter, and waited in a short line for the Advisor. I was feeling pretty good now; I’d solved the problem. Everything was settled.
Shore, on the other hand, was sweating now. Sometimes his face was red, other times, a sickly white. He had all his chips on the table now, and he needed to cash out, fast. “Come on, come on,” he muttered as a customer in front of us yacked away with the Advisor, taking up valuable time. Finally the customer went on her way, and it was our turn. I presented the letter to the Advisor, the letter that Shore and I had signed. The Advisor took the letter from us, and gave it a good and careful read.
“I’ll be back,” she said, leaving Shore and I standing together at her counter. We watched as she went into the assistant manager’s office, and when she didn’t come out right away, Shore started fidgeting again.
“Why did you do it?” I said.
“Do what,” he said, snapping out of his funk and turning to me.
“Why do you steal from people?”
He explained that it was not stealing. People gave him their money voluntarily. He stole nothing. People came to him with their eyes wide open, he explained, and it wasn’t his fault if they were gullible. The world was made for sharp guys like him.
“But you can’t be that smart,” I said, “after all, I caught you, and now you’re taking off, running who the fuck knows where, before other people catch on to you.”
“I’ve been doing this for thirty years, and no one’s caught me. You just got lucky. You’re not smart. Just lucky.”
The Advisor returned. “For a draft this size, it needs two signatures,” she explained. She passed me an envelope, and when I looked inside it, I almost cried. It was not a mere cheque, but a bank draft, good as cash, drawn on Mega Bank. It was my life savings, plus the premium I’d made Edward Lee Shore pay me, compensation for my time and my stress and the financial near-death experience he put me through.
“Thanks,” I said. Then I handed the draft back to her, and told her to reopen all my accounts, just like it was before, before I almost lost everything else. The Advisor took the draft, and turned to go, but Shore stopped her.
“What about my accounts? My wire? You saw the letter we both signed. You have the consent you need.” The Advisor smiled, and said yes, of course, but then I stopped her.
“You won’t be sending any wires today,” I told Shore.
“But you agreed,” he said, “it’s in the letter. I saw it with my own eyes. You wrote it, and signed it, and I signed it. We both consented.”
“I’m not so sure that’s what the letter says,” I said. Shore reached out to snatch the letter from the Advisor's desk, but she pulled it back out of reach. I didn’t need to see the letter; I remembered it perfectly. It was full of lawyerly flourishes and recitals, filled with wherefores and aforesaids and heretofores, with the occasional Latin phrase tossed in. When it came to what I wanted, it was perfectly clear, instructing Mega Bank to give me my money in a bank draft. But the rest of the, the part about allowing Edward Lee Shore access to the rest of his money, was couched in legalistic obscurity.
“I was in a rush when I drafted that letter,” I said, “and I'm not sure it has the desired legal effect. I think the bank needs to get a second opinion.” The Advisor thought so too, and so did the Assistant Branch Manager when Shore started yelling, and when the Branch Manager herself arrived on the scene, she told Shore to leave, and she’d get back to him once the Bank’s legal department had given an opinion.
“I’m not leaving until I get my money,” Shore said, “I want my fucking money.” I turned and walked away, leaving him raving at the counter. His money was still frozen when the cops picked him up a week later.
“Our money’s back with Mega Bank,” I said to my wife when I got home that evening. “That was your all nighter?” I explained what had happened, how I’d fucked up, and how I’d fixed it.
She picked up her coat, and said I was taking her out to dinner. The waiter sat us down, and I opened the menu. My wife snatched it out of my hand.
“You’re done with investing, ok? Done with the principal protected notes and stocks and all that stuff?”
I nodded my head agreeably, and explained that next time, I’d research things way more carefully, that I’d never make a mistake like this again.
My wife shook her head. “I wasn’t asking,” she said, “I was telling. I”m telling you that you’re done with investing. The money stays in Mega Bank, in an index fund.”
My wife meant it, too. Ever since then, when I bring my monthly draw home, she dumps the surplus into the super boring index fund at Mega Bank, where it’s safe from the Edward Lee Shores of the world, and the dummies like me who fall for people like him.

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It was long before reaching Sling Blade Pass that we started hearing the heavy footfalls behind us in the dense brush, and they continued for a long ways thereafter. To be completely honest, at one point we started shrugging them off out of the shear exhaustion we were experiencing from our long trek and our desire to reach our spot where we would make camp for the night. But even that evoked growing feelings of discomfort and dread in each of us because if they continue tracking us, then they - whatever “they” are - will be with us at camp. That was a very unsettling feeling.
Our travels began two days prior. We were to transport two large packages over land for delivery to a predetermined rendezvous point. There were 9 people in our party. 4 of us had horses while the others traveled on foot. However, we lost every horse on the first night. 3 of the horses ran off and we never saw them again. The 4th horse ... she was ripped wide open and appeared to have been partially eaten. The most bizarre part was that nobody heard a sound.
We were all forced to proceed on foot, making the trip arduous and slow. Turning back was not an option. The delivery had to be made. It always had to be made lest you suffer a fate worse than death.
It was on the second day that the footfalls began. Whatever was making the sound was clearly on two feet, and came from several sets of feet. We were being followed. The nasty business with the horse had us all a little spooked. But since the most obvious source of the noise was other men, we assumed for a while that’s what it was.
Quietly talking amongst ourselves, we devised a plan. There is a bottleneck area in Sling Blade Pass with limited sight distance. We would let these “people” follow us in there, forcing them through the narrow trail, then ambush them. As per usual, we were armed to the teeth. It is not unusual to encounter bandits and rival groups on these trails. Therefore, we always arm ourselves with automatic weapons, usually Russian AKs: highly effective and reliable, yet disposable.
The strange thing here, among many strange things, was that the pursuers never left the thick brush through which our trail passed. That brush is so thick that no person could traverse it quickly enough to keep up with our party, and we were not making great time being on foot. We were slow, but they ought to have been much slower. Yet they were not. They flanked us on each side.
Sling Blade Pass was a complete and total disaster. As we entered, us 4 principals were feeling rather uneasy. The 5 worker drones doing the hard work were nearing hysterics. They barely spoke any English. There kind of seemed to be a shared source of their fright. But we paid it little mind. These natives are fucking weird and we were going to “delete” them immediately after the mission anyway.
We reached the bottleneck and quickly took up strategic positions. I gave each little native an AK, pointed in the direction from which we had just come, and said “Bang! Bang!” while imitating firing a gun with my empty hand. They all got it and nodded. Me and my compadres took up position behind the natives, guns ready for the pursuers.
But the pursuers never came. We waited and waited. Nothing. We figured they knew the terrain and would not commit to pursuit. We also knew that if we wait too long they may outflank us and be waiting for us at the other end of the pass as we emerge. We decided to high tail it out of there, toot sweet. It was at the moment we were getting ready to move that the rocks began raining down on us.
There were steep ridges on both sides of the trail. Medium to large size rocks were being cast down on us from both sides. We all dived for cover of some kind with our hands over our heads. It took about a minute or two for the attack to end. Once we felt safe enough we got up and looked above, guns raised and safeties off. One of the principals said “Shoot any fucking thing you see move!”
We saw and heard nothing. Assuming the worst, that the enemy was using this attack to buy the time to out-flank us, we decided to gather our merchandise and get out of there, double time.
It was then that we discovered that two of the natives were dead, having had their heads crushed by the large rocks thrown down upon us. Their heads were literally split open with blood, crushed skull fragments, and brain matter leaking from therein. The 3 natives that survived were standing there, silently looking down on their dead compatriots. One of the principals, known as “Big Meat”, put his arms around the shoulders of two of the grieving boys and said, “I sure am sorry boys. Now the journey is going to be a lot harder for you seeing how there’s only three of you to carry the load. Now, VAMONOS!!!!”
We made it through the pass without incident, thank God. Shortly thereafter, the footsteps started again. “What in the hell is going on?!?”, one of the principals asked. They were just following us. No ambush, just following. They tried to kill us in the bottleneck. Why aren’t they fucking attacking us?!?! It was unnerving.
Well now, this is the part of the story where things start getting real. In case you have not already figured it out, our party was transporting a large quantity of a controlled substance for a very illegal sale. It was many kilos of the pure white stuff. Usually us “principals” do not do the mule work. But this time was different. The mules used on the last trip, along with all of their native muscle, fucked up and got themselves killed en route. The entire party was physically ripped to shreds! We recovered the blow. We also recovered a few pieces of the deceased travel party. I happened to get myself a nice Submariner Rolex off the wrist of a partially eaten arm!
This time was different because not only did we have no trusted assets at the moment, but the big man buyer himself was coming for this pickup. Not only did we want this opportunity, but he requested it. Actually, he ordered it. That in itself is more scary than anything we may have to deal with on these remote trails.
Me and Edgar were the true principals. Big Meat and Gutshot were afforded the designation as a courtesy from Edger and I. In reality they were along for security. They were given code names to conceal the fact they were two wanted Serbian war criminals from the Kosovo War. Their war stories, which they enjoyed sharing, were quite gruesome, so much so that we had to make them shut the fuck up whenever they started telling them.
When the footsteps continued to our rear on the other side of Sling Blade Pass, Edgar and I conferred. We concluded that the most likely threat was the DEA following us to get to the big man. It was not a perfect conclusion to make, however. First, why make so much noise as to alert us? Surely they realized this. Second, what about the rock attack in the bottleneck? Rationalization, though, is powerful. We figured the DEA agents on our trail were probably fat, winded desk jockeys playing Rambo and the attack was probably conducted by a group of native heathens. We moved forward unabated as we discussed how we would get rid of the pursers.
Then, approximately one mile from the rendezvous point, we were stopped dead in our tracks by a loud crash in the bushes to our right. The density of the surrounding forest had abruptly increased. “This is it. They are going to ambush us right here!”, I thought. Suddenly, from the brush came 7-8 little native bush people carrying rickety old milsurp rifles. The principals looked at me for direction. I paused a moment as I looked at the natives. Then I gave the order: “Kill them all.” And that is exactly what we did. In fact, the mass murder made Big Meat and Gutshot so murder-horny that they just went ahead and murdered the remaining 3 native boys in our party. This kind of pissed me off, so I made them carry the cargo from here on out to the rendezvous. I also decided that I was going to delete these 2 assholes myself after the mission and split their cut between Edgar and myself. Fuck those Serbian assholes!
We made it to the rendezvous. We were met by some nasty motherfuckers waiving guns in our faces and speaking only the native language. Unfortunately we had nobody to translate because of what the Serbians just did. I decided I had to act before anyone else got killed.
I blurted out our buyer’s name. “Hunter. We are here for Hunter. We have a delivery for Hunter.” The guards stepped back, looked at each other, then nodded their approval. They then dispersed and welcomed us. The Serbians thought I was really cool for getting us out of that. But I didn’t give a shit because I already had those two fucks marked for death.
Suddenly came the sound of a helicopter. The valley we were in was so deep and full of lush vegetation that we could not hear the thing until it got right on top of us. Once it landed, a side door opened and a dashing gentleman hopped out and headed right for us.
The man walked right up to me with a wide smile on his face. I said “Hello Hunter”, and extended my right hand. Seeing my hand, he looked at me without shaking it and said “No, no! We must not shake on account of the Covid-19!”
We delivered our product, and Hunter presented us with a briefcase containing 7 million dollars in cash, which Edgar gladly took. We both said our thanks and goodbyes. I said “Take it easy Hunter, and tell your dad I’m going to be voting for him!” In reality, I will not be voting for him, but it made Hunter smile nonetheless.
We were onboard the helicopter, which Hunter had graciously lent to us to get back to the city. Then I remembered something, quickly hopped off the chopper, and walked over to Hunter. I told him I just wanted to let him know about what happened out in the bush, for his protection.
Hunter said “Fuck them little native peckers. Kill all you want. I don’t give a shit.” He also said that the DEA never comes back into these woods. “Shit!! The head of the DNA is on my family’s payroll, dude! He gets paid with dirty money!!!”, said Hunter, laughing out loud.
Hunter saw the concern still in my eyes. He leaned in and said loud enough to be heard over the helicopter: “Those were Sasquatch following you! You were never in any danger. We train them to escort mules into my pickup spot here!” He then told me that the rock attack was most likely the aboriginal people, same people we had just whacked in the forest. I smiled, gave a thumbs-up signal, and reboarded the chopper.
I looked down at Hunter as we ascended. He had already cut some lines of white right there on the ground and was snorting it up in a mix of blow and dirt while on his hands and knees. That was good old Hunter. He never changes!!!
Edgar and I threw the swarthy fucking Serbians out of the chopper, divided the cash, and went out separate ways until the next job. But I still think about those Sasquatch. Trained Sasquatch as security agents!!! There’s only one family that has the wherewithal to come up with an idea like that and make it work!

There are several ways to farm money fast in GTA 5, but the best method depends on whether you're playing Story Mode or GTA Online. Here's a breakdown for both:
Story Mode:

• Heists: These story missions offer the biggest payouts. Replaying heists like "The Big Score" can net you a significant amount of cash.
• Stock Market Manipulation: During specific story missions, Lester will give you tips on stocks that are about to surge. Invest heavily in these stocks and sell them after the price increase for a big profit.
• Robbing Armored Trucks: These trucks can be found around the map and carry briefcases with a decent amount of cash. Look for them on highways or near banks.

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GTA Online: (Keep in mind these methods might change based on Rockstar updates and weekly bonuses)

• Cayo Perico Heist: This heist can be done solo and offers a high payout, especially if you complete it with Elite Challenge conditions. There are many guides available online to learn the strategy for a successful run.
• Vehicle Cargo: Stealing and selling high-end vehicles through your CEO organization can be profitable. Focus on acquiring and selling special vehicles for maximum return.
• Special Cargo Warehousing: Purchase warehouses and fill them with stolen special cargo crates for sale. This method requires an initial investment but offers good payouts in the long run.
• Adversary Modes with Double Money: Rockstar Games often feature double or triple rewards on specific Adversary Modes (player vs player modes). Look for these bonuses and participate in the most efficient mode for grinding cash.

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Here are some additional tips for both Story Mode and GTA Online:

• Invest in Properties: Properties like Apartments, Garages, and Businesses can generate passive income over time.
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Remember, these are just some of the popular methods. There are many online resources like YouTube guides and community forums that offer detailed walkthroughs and the latest information on efficient money-making strategies in GTA 5.

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CRASH!
Thomas nearly jumped out of his skin at the waitress, suddenly dropping her tray of glassware a mere 5 feet from his booth. The sound of jingling glass shards and metallic forks bouncing around could be heard long after the accident initially occurred as they bounced around wildly. This stung Thomas’s ears like a swarm of gnats, forcing him to wince in displeasure. He looked up at her, very annoyed, and clutched at his chest instinctively. She chuckled it off with a playful hand gesture, uttering simply, “Sorry about that, dear!” before leaving to get a broom. “ Great. ” He scoffed to himself. The only reason Thomas bothered coming into the dreary cafe in the first place was to try to get some reading done while enjoying a never-ending stream of mediocre coffee. Now, it would take him time to get back into his novel. He tried in vain to re-engross himself in the story he had been enjoying only moments ago. However, the light reflecting off the shattered glassware to his right prevented him from doing so as it shined straight into his eyes. He let out a deep sigh and closed his book, placing it on the table. When he did so, he caught the eye of a strange-looking man staring back from the booth across from him.
This naturally caught him off guard. Thomas had deliberately chosen the booth in the far corner of the diner so that he would be alone. “Perhaps the man was waiting for someone?” he thought. He turned to look outside the window, expecting to see somebody approaching the restaurant to meet the strange man. When he did so, however, he saw nobody behind him. “OK,” Thomas thought. “So, he IS looking at me…” He turned back around, but to his surprise, the man was gone. He was no longer at the booth across from him. “Good Morning, sir!” The man now stood directly at the edge of the booth next to Thomas.
“ Jesus Christ!” He shouted, once again clutching his chest in reflex. “Oh! My apologies, sir! I didn't mean to frighten you. I am but a simple traveling salesman! I was wondering if you might spare me a moment of your time?” “ Look, Buddy!” He retorted, sounding audibly pissed beyond belief. “I ain't buying shit from you, alright? Just leave me be!” “Oh, but I must insist, sir! The offer I have prepared for you today is simply too good to pass up without at least hearing the offer! I would just feel terrible if you weren't at least made privy to my product before you politely told me to fuck off!”
Thomas looked up at the man, perplexed by that last line. He spoke like someone from a used car commercial, undeniably disingenuous in his projected positivity. That last line had an air of condescension in it. Yet he smiled the entire time he did so. The man projected power through his candor and mannerisms, as though he had performed this speech a thousand times and Thomas was just like any other client for him. It was as though he were child's play, and the man knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted.
“I'll make you a deal, sir! If I haven't caught your attention by the time our lovely waitress returns and cleans up this mess, you won't even have to tell me to leave! I'll depart of my own accord.”
Now calmed down, Thomas finally had a chance to look the man over. He wore a pitch-black fedora with a stripe of purple encircling the base—subsequently, a near-black business suit with a purple tie. He had visible wrinkles along his cheeks and under his eyes, which were the only identifiable sign of the salesman's age. Thomas estimated this to be in his mid-40s. His Shoes were shined to near perfection and contrasted drastically with the shards of glass beneath them. In his right hand, he held a briefcase. The briefcase bore an odd-looking golden Sphinx-like symbol at its center and was chained to the man's wrist.
“What an odd loo-” “I can see you thinking it over, sir!” he said, interrupting Thomas’ thoughts. That shows me you're intrigued, and that's all I need!” he said, sitting across from him.
Thomas went to raise a finger and protest, but it was too late. The man sat comfortably on the bench, his fingers interlocked and resting atop the table. He stared at Thomas with hungry eyes and an equally hungry smile. Thomas felt like a seal being stared down by a great white shark—like he didn't have a choice in the matter, even though he clearly did. He felt paralyzed in his seat, powerless to fight back against the man's charms and vernacular.
“Now then!” he began. We’ve got approximately 52 seconds before Dana arrives to pick up this mess of hers. So allow me to cut straight to the point so I can get your attention before that happens. I’m a salesman, as I said before, and I am sure you could figure that out from a mile away. What I guarantee you have not been able to deduce, however, is the unique catalog of services I provide to my clients.
Thomas eyed the man suspiciously. “Um … look man, I don't swing that way if that's what your-” “Oh! Goodness, no sir!” The man said, throwing up a hand and chuckling loudly. “ I assure you, this is not that kind of proposal. Unless you want it to be.” He said that last part in a sarcastic tone, leaning in and giving a wink. Thomas stared back unamused. “Kidding! I'm kidding! Geez, I'm still working on my standup routine, but I didn't think I was THAT dead in the water. Well, as I was saying. I offer a very unique number of services for my clients. The one I have prepared for you today Is tailor-made for your predicament! How long did the doctor give you, Thomas? 6 months at most, right? It's been 2 since the diagnosis, so things aren't looking so hot, are they?
Thomas felt his stomach jump up in his throat, and a deep chill ran down his spine. Before he had time to process either of these feelings, the waitress returned with a broom and dustpan.
He watched her walk up to his left side and begin to clean out of the corner of his eye, but he never directly looked at her. He never took his gaze off the mysterious man. He just sat there staring at him as he tried desperately to figure out how he could’ve possibly known that about him. Thomas had no family. He had confided the details of his condition to nobody other than the doctor and a single priest. So how could this man possibly know that about him? “ Has this guy been following me? What else does he know about me? Could I -”
“Thomas!” The man shouted, interrupting his thoughts “Huh?” he replied “The lovely waitress here asked you a question, Thomas. It's not polite to ignore somebody when they speak to you, let alone not even look at them!” He turned his gaze to the waitress. “I'm uh … I'm sorry. What was the question?” “I just wanted to apologize again for frightening you earlier, and I was just wondering if you needed a refill on your coffee sir.” He looked back at the man who now had his elbows on the table and was resting his chin on his interlocked hands. “Well, Thomas? A fresh cup of coffee sounds good right now, doesn't it?” Turning back at the woman, he muttered softly, “No, thank you.” She nodded and walked off with the shards of glass in her bag, leaving the two of them alone.
“Nnnow I have your attention. Don't I? He said, curling his lips into a mischievous smirk. “Who the fuck are you?” Thomas retorted. “I already told you, sir. I am but a simple traveling salesman. I live for the thrill of the sale! I make my living wandering from place to place and providing my services to those in need I encounter all over the world! And you, my friend, are in dire need of my services. I assume you'd be more comfortable talking to me if you got my name, though, so you can just call me Vito.” “Ok … Vito. How do you know about my situation?” “Oh! I know much more than just your situation, Thomas.”
The mention of his name once again sent chills down his spine. He had never told the man his name. Nor did the waitress call him by it earlier. ‘“Obviously, I know your name. I know about your condition. What did the doctor tell you exactly? That only 3 out of 100,000 Cancer patients get heart tumors a year? Lucky you, am I right?” Thomas stared blankly back at him. “More So than that, I know your…” He paused momentarily as he playfully stroked his chin, making it seem like he was struggling to find his next words. “Blood type, last name, mother's name, favorite movie, job you had when you were 23 years old, AND I know the name of the hooker you were with 3 weeks ago.
“O - Oh yeah? Tell me then?” he retorted, crossing his arms and feigning an aura of confidence. The man cracked his knuckles before speaking back up. “B negative, Tailor, Veronica, Robocop, which personally, I think is a badass choice. You were a cashier at the supermarket for WAY too long since the boss didn't need any additional managers, and her name was Lilly. I also know about all the sick and depraved things you did to that poor woman, Thomas. I can't say I blame you, though! If I knew I was kicking the bucket, I would wanna do as much as possible myself. Personally, I've always wanted to get someone to-”
“Alright, alright! I get it. You know a lot about me. So what? Is this some kind of scam? Are you trying to blackmail me?”
“BLACKMAIL?!” Vito sounded audibly offended at that notion. Jesus Thomas! Who do you take me for? This is no blackmail, and I assure you it is in no way a scam! I simply want to sell you something.”
“Uhuh, yeah, right.” He said, sipping his coffee. “You JUST want to sell me something, and that's why you've been spying on me for god knows how long.” “I have not been spying on you, Thomas. I simply know these things. It's … one of my many talents. One of the perks of being me and doing what I do, you could say.” “Selling stuff lets you know everything about a person, huh? Nah, something is not right here. Just what kinda salesman are you exactly?”
With a slight curl of his lip, He slowly placed the briefcase that had been sitting on the bench onto the table and turned it around so the opening faced Thomas. “One of a kind.”
Before Thomas could respond, Vito rotated the dials on the case lock to read “805” and unlatched it, exposing its contents to him. What lay before Thomas in the case was something he could have never predicted. Never in a million years would he have guessed the cargo this man had been carrying with him all this time. Nor would he have guessed such an item was attainable, let alone comprehendible to exist. When the salesman opened the case Thomas found inside of it, Everything.
Galaxies of varying sizes and brightness spun beautifully within its padded interior. Creatures whose origins were known to no man seemed trapped within it and beckoned upward towards Thomas as they stretched their arms as if asking for help or freedom. Mysterious doorways that hovered all around led to a potential litany of dimensions and worlds. Secrets that philosophers had spent millennia pondering, to no avail, at last, had answers. The meaning of life, The truth of the afterlife, Are we alone in the universe, The winning lottery for next month's Powerball, Who was gonna win this year's Super Bowl, What happened to Amelia Earhart? They all lay within this briefcase of eternity. Thomas was made known to him secrets that he never knew he wanted the answers to in the first place. He saw his entire life laid out before him in the small rectangle—the Past, present, and future. Thomas saw the remaining time he had left to live. They were going to be miserable and filled with fear. He was going to die sometime in his sleep in precisely 2 months and 13 days from now. Nobody would be at his funeral. Nobody would remember him. Save for the waitress, who would have gotten used to his daily visits to the cafe by that point. She wouldn't remember him fondly, however. She would remember him as “some cranky old bastard.” That would be his legacy. The only lasting trace of his existence. The only Mark he would ever make on the world.
Thomas felt his sanity slipping. His lip quivered uncontrollably as a dart of sweat shot down the side of his face and crashed onto the tabletop beneath. “ What…. What is this?” he finally managed to whimper out.
The salesman's lips curled up even more into a serpentine-like smile. He knew that now, he had Thomas hooked. “This, my friend, is everything. Everything that was, is, and will be.” with those last words, he slowly rotated the briefcase so it was now facing away from Thomas. “The crazy thing is, THIS isn't even the most fun toy I own! I mean, don't get me wrong, it’s freaking cool. But I have way more interesting stuff back at my place! Ah ah! Don't get your hopes up, though, my friend. This isn't what I came here to sell to you today. This was just to get your attention.” Thomas said nothing. He simply stared down at the briefcase as he tried desperately to comprehend what he had just been shown.
“Helloooo?!” Vito said, snapping his fingers in Thomas’s face. “ Aw, dammit! Don't tell me I fried another saps brain!” “I'm here.” Thomas choked out. “ I’m … I'm here.” “If you say so!” he said back, chuckling. That has yet to be proven, but I digress. As you can see, I have access to just … a little more than your typical salesman. I offer a wide range of products and unique services to select people. On top of that, I am very picky about who I provide my services to. I wasn't just joking in bad taste earlier when I called you lucky Thomas. Running into me is going to save your life.”
Thomas looked up at the salesman with eyes wide. “You mean you can … Can you cure me?”
“Of course I can! Jesus, did you not just see what I have at my disposal? The cool-ass universe in a box I carry around? Curing you would be all too simple for someone like me. But where's the fun and excitement in that? Why stop at just curing you? I was thinking of a more unique product, something a little more … lasting?” Thomas sat back and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“As you and I both saw in the case, your life has been… well, I hate to say it, but it's been pretty damn pathetic, buddy. Sure, I could fix you up and send you on your merry way back to your life of mediocrity, but that would just be a disservice to you. Frankly, it would also be a waste of my talents. The best of your years are already behind you, and at most, you'll live what? Till your 60? Great! The all-knowing mystical salesman cured my cancer and bought me an extra 10 years to live! Boring! No! Thomas, What I want to offer YOU, is a second chance at life! The chance to make something useful of yourself! What I have for sale today, the product I want to offer you is!” He leaned inward, ensuring nobody could hear him, and whispered: “Immortality.”
They sat there silently for a few moments, after that, analyzing each other. Thomas, searching for signs of danger, and Vito, searching for signs of weakness. Like a mental chess game, they appeared to be thinking through all the intricacies of the proposition offered. An average man would have laughed off the notion as a joke. At that moment, However, Thomas was not just an average man. The contents of that case had shattered his worldview and proven to him that this salesman truly did possess powers far beyond his comprehension. If this was a scam, it was the most intricate and multi-webbed scam ever conceived. Why him? Thomas wondered to himself. “Why does this man want to make a deal with me of all people? What does he want from me?”
“I can see you thinking it through.” Vito said, interrupting his thoughts once again. “You're thinking through the intricacies of why you? Right?”
“How did you kn-”
“Hello? All-knowing mysterious salesman here! Have we met before?” he interrupted, joking to himself. Plus, I've had this conversation a thousand times with a thousand different clients from all over Earth and across the cosmos. This is ALWAYS the part of the transaction where the questions arise. So, allow me to put your mind at ease. Why would I bestow this unique gift on someone as insignificant as you? Well, it's as simple as this. We just so happened to be in the same room today. Lucky for you, the stipulations of selling to you would benefit me in particular. This leads me to the other caveat you're pondering. Payment, Right? Don't worry! I see you racking your brain, trying to think of what someone like me could possibly ask of you. Well, I'm not gonna ask you for anything THAT crazy, just a tiny thing that will soon become irrelevant to your newfound eternity. All I want in exchange for You becoming immortal … is your car.” Thomas tilted his head and let out an audible “Huh?” “That's right! I like your car, Thomas! Mine just so happened to kick the bucket a few miles south of here, so I'm currently in the market for a new one.” he leaned backward, gesturing towards the dirt road as he spoke that last line. “Why not just pull a new car out of that damn briefcase of yours?” “I mean, I could. But I like YOUR car, Thomas,” he said, turning back and pointing a finger at him. Plus, I never make a sale for free. I don't do charity and never will. Gotta give something to get something, you know? It's a matter of principle for me. So, what do you say? Are you ready to finally make something of yourself? Are you ready to accept my offer today and become Immortal? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, you are! A smart guy like you wouldn't turn down an offer like this, now would you?” Thomas sat there in silence for a moment, pondering it. His thoughts began to run wild as he conversed with himself, trying to reach a decision. “He just wants my car? This is all so strange. Everything seems like a big game to this guy. But then again, when you're hauling around the universe in a box, I guess everything would seem like a big game to you. Maybe he really does, just like the look of my car. Maybe he really wants to help me, but he can't do it unless an exchange of some kind is made. Or, As I thought earlier, He’s bored with his infinite power and is just fucking with me to pass the time. Either way … I saw what my life turns into without this mans help. I’m going to die in 2 months. There's nothing I or the doctor can do about that.” With that final thought, he felt a sense of dread wash over him. He tightened his hands into a fist and dug at his palms till the knuckles turned white. He then let out a deep sigh and spoke.
“I accept.” With these words, the salesman smiled his broadest smile yet. Seemingly truly shark-like at this point. “How do we make the sale? Is there a contract or something?”
“No contract is needed, Thomas. I believe in a good old-fashioned handshake. My word is my bond, and I trust yours will be too! Plus, nobody likes paperwork, am I right? Simply place your keys on the table next to the case and shake my hand. At which point, I will bestow upon you the gift of immortality.”
With that, the man extended his right hand out. Sliding the book, he had been there to read in the first place to the side. Thomas stared at him for a few tense seconds as he felt his heart begin to pound in his chest. His chest hurt a little. This only heightened his dread and tightened his resolve to live even further. Before he could change his mind, Thomas did as instructed and slowly placed his car keys next to the briefcase in the middle of the table. He eyed Vito's hand cautiously for only a few seconds before reaching out and shaking Vito's hand.
In an instant, All that Thomas could see was darkness. His vision, which was once illuminated by the bright lights of a happy breakfast diner and a strange man, was in one instant taken from him by force. He was now completely surrounded by a sea of black that seemed to smother him from not just all angles outward but inward, as though his spirit were being consumed by it. He could feel nothing, hear nothing, and see nothing. He looked around, trying to identify his surroundings, but found nothing but black wherever he looked. There was no bottom. No left, no right. It was just an empty black void. He thought he could make out the twinkling of stars far off in the distance, but they were faint and barely visible. Then he looked up. When he did so, he felt a cold chill run down his spine, the first real sensation he had experienced since arriving at this strange realm. When he did, he saw a square-shaped light far up above him, like a moon. He reached for it, but it was to no avail. He tried again to touch it, but the warm, inviting light was simply too far away. That's when he noticed that the light was beginning to disappear.
From the top, a shadow began to stretch over it in a straight line and slowly cover up the light. At first, Thomas felt nothing in his newfound void. He wasn't even sure if he could feel his own skin. But suddenly, he felt a push. Then another. Then a scrape. Then, a hand grabbed him. Then, a hand pushed down atop his head. Thomas began to feel other beings, entities, and people around him rushing and bumping as they, too, attempted to reach for the light as he was. Now frightened beyond all belief and desperate to escape the mysterious strangers, Thomas tried desperately to get a foothold on anything. He kicked around, feeling for anything he could push off of to gain height and escape to the square above, but he found nothing. He reached with all his might as he joined the litany of others, all trying to reach the freedom that lay just above their heads. It was no use. He could only reach and watch as the light closed like a door. He watched it slip away until he was slowly engulfed in total darkness with the rest of his new friends.
Vito finished latching up his briefcase and straightened his tie. The wrinkles that once lay under his eyes began to straighten and tighten themselves out. He now looked a few years younger than he had mere moments ago. He let out a deep sigh and spoke in his usual polite and charming demeanor.
“It was an honor doing business with you, sir!” he said to the husk of a motionless man who was now drooping over the cafe table.” I have fulfilled our end of the sale and will be taking my leave. I can assure you I will be thoroughly enjoying your car!” He placed a 20-dollar bill on the table as a tip for the waitress and stood up. He straightened his hat before dusting himself off and smirking at the lifeless body before him. “I hope you enjoy your new immortal soul! And the eternity you now get to spend with it.”
With that, he exited the Cafe, twirling his newfound keys with one finger and whistling aloud. Then he started up the car and drove off north, down the dusty road.

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Clothing:
$38 - G*cci White Striped Logo T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - G@llery D3pt. Peace Tie Dye T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga Layered Print T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga 3B Sports T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga Wave T-Shirt - Size XS fits like small
$65 - L0u*s Vuitt0n White Monogram Dress Shirt - Size Small
$75 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Monogram Hoodie - Size Small
$75 - Burb3rry Light Blue Hoodie - Size Small
$75 - B@lenci@ga Track Windbreaker - Tag says size medium but it fits like a small
Jewelry:
$45 - C@rtier Love Bracelet Silver - Size 18
$28 - G*cci Ring - Size 9
$28- L0u*s Vuitt0n LV Silver Ring - Size 9
$32 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Monogram Clasp - Adjustable to any wrist size (soft metal)
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$219 - Pr@d@ Black Patent Leather Brique Bag
$190 - Pr@d@ Briefcase With Strap
$190 - Chr*stian Di0r Backpack
$186 - H3rmes Constance Brown Leather Shoulder Bag
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The following items are authentic retail designer pieces that are in like-new condition (most still have the tag on them). I am happy to show proof of purchase! They are also for sale on my EBay if you prefer that :)
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$155 - R3present Clo Take Me Higher Graphic T-Shirt - Size Small
$155 - R3present Clo Cherubs All Over T-Shirt - Size Small
$238 - F3ndi FF Black Leather Card Holder - In like-new condition with box, dust bag, and authentication card (purchased for $400 with tax)
$580 - Vintage L0uis Vuitt0n Keepall 45 - In good condition w/ minor wear on straps (retail price new of $2,600). Trust me when I say you will never find an authentic keepall in this good of condition for this low of a price!!
$180 - Coach White Leather Crossbody - Brand new still has tags attached. Retail price of $225.
$108 - Fiorucci Colour Block Set - Purchased for $463, contains both shirt and shorts. Brand new with tags never worn.
$89 - New Balance 550 ‘White Blue Haze’ - Brand new with tag, never worn. Purchased for $130. Size 9.5 US Men’s.
$90 - OAS Hypnotise Net Shorts - Size XS, bought for $120
$90 - OAS Banana Leaf Terry Cloth Shorts - Size XS, bought for $120
$1,400 - Palm Angels Leather Varsity Jacket - Brand new with tag, never worn. Purchased for $2,350. If you are into streetwear this piece will make you look rich af for 50% off!
$115 - Portuguese Flannel Beginnings Shirt - Size Medium, sold out on their website very hard to get piece and very sought after.
$115 - Scotch & Soda Music Love Hoodie - Size Medium (fits like small), brand new never worn with original tags
$9 - Guess T-Shirt - Size Small, never worn brand new. Purchased for $35 and never ended up wearing it.

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$38 - G*cci White Striped Logo T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - G@llery D3pt. Peace Tie Dye T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga Layered Print T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga 3B Sports T-Shirt - Size Small
$45 - B@lenci@ga Wave T-Shirt - Size XS fits like small
$65 - L0u*s Vuitt0n White Monogram Dress Shirt - Size Small
$80 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Monogram Hoodie - Size Small
$80 - Burb3rry Light Blue Hoodie - Size Small
$80 - B@lenci@ga Track Windbreaker - Tag says size medium but it fits like a small
$108 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Wool Sweater - Size Small
Jewelry:
$28 - G*cci Ring - Size 9
$28- L0u*s Vuitt0n LV Silver Ring - Size 9
$32 - L0u*s Vuitt0n Monogram Clasp - Adjustable
Bags: (MADE WITH REAL LEATHER)
$219 - Pr@d@ Black Patent Leather Brique Bag
$190 - Pr@d@ Briefcase With Strap
$190 - Chr*stian Di0r Backpack
$186 - H3rmes Constance Shoulder Bag - Gold H has a plastic cover on it for protection in photos
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The following items are authentic retail designer pieces that are in like-new condition (most still have the tag on them). I am happy to show proof of purchase! They are also for sale on my EBay if you prefer that :)
Photos of Authentic Retail for Sale
Authentic Items:
$155 - R3present Clo Take Me Higher Graphic T-Shirt - Size Small
$155 - R3present Clo Cherubs All Over T-Shirt - Size Small
$238 - F3ndi FF Black Leather Card Holder - In like-new condition with box, dust bag, and authentication card (purchased for $400 with tax)
$499 - Vintage L0uis Vuitt0n Keepall 45 - In good condition w/ minor wear on straps (retail price new of $2,600). Trust me when I say you will never find an authentic keepall in this good of condition for this low of a price!!
$180 - Coach White Leather Crossbody - Brand new still has tags attached. Retail price of $225.
$108 - Fiorucci Colour Block Set - Purchased for $463, contains both shirt and shorts. Brand new with tags never worn.
$89 - New Balance 550 ‘White Blue Haze’ - Brand new with tag, never worn. Purchased for $130.
$90 - OAS Hypnotise Net Shorts - Size XS, bought for $120
$90 - OAS Banana Leaf Terry Cloth Shorts - Size XS, bought for $120
$1,400 - Palm Angels Leather Varsity Jacket - Brand new with tag, never worn. Purchased for $2,350. If you are into streetwear this piece will make you look rich af for 50% off!
$115 - Portuguese Flannel Beginnings Shirt - Size Medium, sold out on their website very hard to get piece and very sought after.
$115 - Scotch & Soda Music Love Hoodie - Size Medium (fits like small), brand new never worn with original tags
$9 - Guess T-Shirt - Size Small, never worn brand new. Purchased for $35 and never ended up wearing it.