I won’t spend too much longer in this, just pepper in some lil’details that stood out
He asked what I had to eat for my lunch break, and when I told him, he laughed and said he needed my black manager’s recommendation since the white boys had bad taste; funny how I copied my black manager’s order that night…
Anyway, he wanted some tobacco, probably backwoods or some shit. I asked for his iD, and he only had a paper 1, which we can’t accept , so I scammed his girl sex-slaves’ card
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