When you are a poor fuck skater boy that the rich kid crowed horny girls try to chat off by asking, if Aphrile Lavine was your favorite artist, that is no trap as they wan't your dick and dick only.
As Dick O. you can watch them from the outside, like the Goth crowed watches the Mid-West U.S. all blond posh gang, of whom all know that they are novizes to the Klan, social engeneering each other and how they are looking for prey.
The influencer here, got onto a main cash flow by no hard work, but by being himself on cam for all and everyone. In opposite to the sectarians undermining all other parts of society he did that by being himself and therefore got their jelous attention.
They tried that back in the days with the local Rocker son, who instead bought a skateboard and got even worse in being an Outlaw by turning to fast to get caught by learning how to fall and kiss tarmac only to say good by to the horizontal position as soon done. Roll on, roll over, roll off, get up.
They know all the posh boutiques with exclusive limited item special brands. Here in Hells Kitchen that one had the very name of the owner son, who played that game too, and obviously only payed, if ever, the wholesale price rather than the over the counter price. Fifty off.
They all had that one main French or Italian super item and the local reps of the old school Italiens gladly took advantage of the real financial situation and made a main fortune of quite perfect counterfit bags and parfums and stolen fabric sealed clothing. Never enough.
Actually, the valley kick off financed the water parfum trade in which clones of parfums are sold, but based on water instead of alcohol, which therefore only last 20 to 50 percent the time, smell quite perfectly the same and are kinda legal. Except that the tax on the leavelet is never payed in opposite of Tuppa Party gear.
The Real Italian Mafia is way closer to the Yakuzza than to the media pushed, secret service supported ultra right wing 'Ndrangheta that hijacked a very old lady's name of the bizz. Bill to come to summe it up?
Basically, a group of super nice sympaticusi makes a realy beloved victim spend money in affiliate shops usually for gear that has a profit range of 50 to 80 percent, depending on brand name and origin, but themselves never pays full price or even test wears some special sets.
Dick O. or Walle T.? Who would you be in Hells Kitchen?
PS: You can get a psychatric or psychological profile to have the tax office understand you did have no criminal intention, but a mental disorder and ask them for a return pay plan that well can stretch over several years, especially if you are in a psychanalytic therapy.
Welcome to the Manhatten Woody Allen crowed lifestyle. All horizontal, fucks.
