Last Updated on May 7, 2022 by Roff Graves

The Antique Shop in old Lodi was a never ending fun place. One of the slickest cons was pulled on me there. I t was in the afternoon when a fairly well dressed young man came in and told me how his young family had ran out of food. I took out my wallet and was going to give him a couple of dollars. كازينو اون لاين He told me that he did not want a hand out but he needed cash and had a couple books of stamps he would give me if I could pay for the stamps. He insisted I count the stamps. There were some missing from each book. لعبه الباصره I finally figured out how many there were and I gave him the approximate amount the stamps came to—he was so happy! He thanked me and left. Now I felt real good until I looked into my wallet and a $100. bill I has stuck into a side pocket was gone. While I was counting the stamps he was rifling my wallet–so slick—memories–olRoff