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I must say right away that all those who say that here you have to work tirelessly and rack your brains are tough carder. I took the course at the end of October, at the moment I have my own hut in the center, Cadillac, now I am opening a second strip club, and I dont know what to do with all this fucking money. You will say good, but there is one BUT. This was not a course (indicated by the author of the course), but a super-course on pranks. With carding, everything turned out to be much more complicated. The only truthful thing here is that I took the course in the last days of October.
In this story $$ I will tell you my path in carding: from acquaintance to the first profit. At the moment, according to my success: one parcel has been received, two are on the way and some little things are waiting for dispatch in transit.
But first, let's get to know each other .
A few words about me. My name is, say, John Doe, I am 18-67 years old. The life of a classic man in the street never attracted me, I never really worked, a couple of themes there, a couple here, but nothing serious, enough to devour and refuel your rotten devyatos. We have a small institution with the guys, the profit from which is enough to recoup the lease, but we are more motivated by the desire not to do and just hang out. In short, what am I doing this. I am the same as you and if I figured out this shit, you can even more so.
One evening I was lying in bed, reading all sorts of public pages with all sorts of diagrams. Of course, I understood perfectly well that I would not use any of them, but for general development (do not fuck it) you can read.
On one of them, I saw an advertisement for a channel where a 23-year-old student (and in fact he is under 26) is trying to make a million on clothing carding. Lol, I thought, what the fuck is this?
And what the fuck is carding. At first I thought that we were talking about karting, well, these cars are the size of my cat's eggs.
After following the link, I saw that in the very first post it was written, they say, don't expect easy money, here you have to fuck. This immediately interested me, because I had long thought that it would be nice to find something where you have to do the fuck to study (no), fuck up to work (no) and fuck up to make money (yes). Having looked through the channel, I realized that the admin is a clear lover of jokes, and read the entire channel from start to finish.
There should be no problems with the implementation of clothes, since I learned how to steal them well in real life. I thought that this is some kind of paradise will learn to steal gear while sitting on the ass.
I was absolutely not familiar with the darknet, in general, I thought that the darknet is such a public in a telegram, a VPN is such a device for a router that mutes some signals. I thought that the purchase of the mat takes place in real life. I imagined it to myself something like that they make a bookmark for you with white plastic, and the checker is such a garbage, in which, like in a store, you need to stick a card. But this is so, by the way.
In the morning I thought: "Damn, this is a really cool topic", and already began to think how I will earn several hundred a month, and how I will pass them. There was one problem, I am a fierce scourge and I did not have free 10k that could be given the dick, understand who, and besides, it is not known what kind of course it is, what kind of profit it is, and whether it will be at all.
But, after thinking for another day, I decided to take a chance. I signed up with the odmen, got the requisites, threw the grandmother. After a minute's silence after reading my message that I sent the grandmother to drive the material, I was already thinking "I'm a sucker, they threw me in the top 10.
But the materials still came in a couple of seconds.
I'll tell you this - there really is a fuck of any incomprehensible shit, if you decide to buy a course, then pay for it in advance, because if you even stupidly read the lectured lectures, then the training will go much easier for you, and the question "Do you know the meaning?" you will be able to answer "carding".
And then the hour of H.
I rush home like a freak, barely making it to the appointed time. The course begins .. After 20 minutes I don't fucking understand, by the end of the first part my brain was boiling like it never boiled in my life. I couldn't even memorize half of the new words, and not just to understand their meaning. What am I, bitch, in Hogwarts?
In the morning, the second part of the course takes place, it is more light, they no longer spit at me in supine words. That same evening, I began to write to various acquaintances working in the field of clothing, cosmetics, equipment and other garbage, with the proposal: "I bring you a product, and you push it for a percentage."
I started looking for drops. The only thing left was to learn to drive. After that I sit down for lectures. Before starting work, I studied them for about three weeks. If you look from the outside, then a couple of days should be enough to read all this, in lazy-mode, but this is not just a book, you need to have a complete picture of the whole process in your head about which a week ago you did not know anything yet ... I remember the moment when I was invited to a party on the very day when I passed the training. By the time I arrived at the hut, everyone had already been sufficiently cleaned, and soon everyone was cut off. I felt like an introverted nerd when I started rereading the tutorials while everyone was lying in alcohol-otrubon. I also remember how I opened for the first time the lectures. Felt like Harry Potter walking into Hogwarts for the first time.
After reading along the way, I begin to tune the car, encountering difficulties.
There is an irresistible desire for someone to come and do everything for you, you constantly think that it is difficult, this is not yours, fuck you need it, you constantly delay the approach to the next stage.
An important factor here is that there is no fucking time to dive into work. It happens that you run all day, you think I'll come home and do the first, second and third, and sometimes you can't finish the first, because everything turns out to be more complicated and longer than you thought. I will not go into the details of the driving process, but here I had few difficulties.
There was a lot of brawling with the first pack.
I drove in a couple of shops and the last package still did not arrive. The thought was already spinning in my head that it wouldn’t work to send the fucking out, and I hammered the dick. I decided to send it to another, but since I ran out of money for the mate, I decided to wait a couple of days until there were at least 5 mowers, so as not to pay the fucking commission for transferring the cue ball.
As a result, on the day when I threw the cue ball to the shop with the cards, everyone's badge bacon hung up and the transaction lasted for about a week. During this time, the cue ball rate nikhuyovo sagged and the amount on the account in the shop was not what I wanted to see it.
At this time, I decided to look at the site of the first forwarding and, to my surprise, that unfortunate last package arrived 4 days ago. On reflection, I decided to take a chance and still try to send the pack. They collected this package for me around the week, since it was before the New Year.
My happiness knew no bounds when I saw the inscription "sent" in front of the parcel.
Towards the end of January, I was notified that my package had arrived on the territory of the Russian Federation. After waiting a week, I sent the drop to the post office to find out what's what, he was told that there was no fucking for him, and in general, let him fucking go. The days went by, and there were no updates on the track. I didn't really expect to get anything. We decided to send the drop to the post office again, and he was again told, "Fuck you", but to this they added "fuck you, you will make your package in another city", call there and arrange delivery. In other words, I stumbled somewhere when I was choosing a delivery method, and the pack was brought not to his post office, but to the courier service, which would bring the pack to him personally.
Well, you can sum up, fuck. Here are screenshots of all the crap I got.
What would I advise you, fuck.
Plan your time, the time that you allocate for carding will not be enough for you, try to make plans clearly.
DO NOT TRY your time, this is the most valuable resource, more important than all ss, grandfathers and socks, DO NOT BE distracted by any garbage! Damn, don't go into fucking contact and other social networks AT ALL, you better get out of there.
"Go to answer a person for 5 minutes" doesn't work, then another 5, another 10 minutes, then you saw a meme, then you watch more memes, then you see a meme from a old movie and you revise all three parts. Checked on myself. This shit is really complete bullshit. For more than a month I tried to get down to business, and in the end I came out absolutely like a jet from a mosquito dick.
It is more likely that you need not eggs, but brains and perseverance, if you have these two lots and 10k to them, then acquaintance with the darknet will go off with a bang.
In this story $$ I will tell you my path in carding: from acquaintance to the first profit. At the moment, according to my success: one parcel has been received, two are on the way and some little things are waiting for dispatch in transit.
But first, let's get to know each other .
A few words about me. My name is, say, John Doe, I am 18-67 years old. The life of a classic man in the street never attracted me, I never really worked, a couple of themes there, a couple here, but nothing serious, enough to devour and refuel your rotten devyatos. We have a small institution with the guys, the profit from which is enough to recoup the lease, but we are more motivated by the desire not to do and just hang out. In short, what am I doing this. I am the same as you and if I figured out this shit, you can even more so.
One evening I was lying in bed, reading all sorts of public pages with all sorts of diagrams. Of course, I understood perfectly well that I would not use any of them, but for general development (do not fuck it) you can read.
On one of them, I saw an advertisement for a channel where a 23-year-old student (and in fact he is under 26) is trying to make a million on clothing carding. Lol, I thought, what the fuck is this?
And what the fuck is carding. At first I thought that we were talking about karting, well, these cars are the size of my cat's eggs.
After following the link, I saw that in the very first post it was written, they say, don't expect easy money, here you have to fuck. This immediately interested me, because I had long thought that it would be nice to find something where you have to do the fuck to study (no), fuck up to work (no) and fuck up to make money (yes). Having looked through the channel, I realized that the admin is a clear lover of jokes, and read the entire channel from start to finish.
There should be no problems with the implementation of clothes, since I learned how to steal them well in real life. I thought that this is some kind of paradise will learn to steal gear while sitting on the ass.
I was absolutely not familiar with the darknet, in general, I thought that the darknet is such a public in a telegram, a VPN is such a device for a router that mutes some signals. I thought that the purchase of the mat takes place in real life. I imagined it to myself something like that they make a bookmark for you with white plastic, and the checker is such a garbage, in which, like in a store, you need to stick a card. But this is so, by the way.
In the morning I thought: "Damn, this is a really cool topic", and already began to think how I will earn several hundred a month, and how I will pass them. There was one problem, I am a fierce scourge and I did not have free 10k that could be given the dick, understand who, and besides, it is not known what kind of course it is, what kind of profit it is, and whether it will be at all.
But, after thinking for another day, I decided to take a chance. I signed up with the odmen, got the requisites, threw the grandmother. After a minute's silence after reading my message that I sent the grandmother to drive the material, I was already thinking "I'm a sucker, they threw me in the top 10.
But the materials still came in a couple of seconds.
I'll tell you this - there really is a fuck of any incomprehensible shit, if you decide to buy a course, then pay for it in advance, because if you even stupidly read the lectured lectures, then the training will go much easier for you, and the question "Do you know the meaning?" you will be able to answer "carding".
And then the hour of H.
I rush home like a freak, barely making it to the appointed time. The course begins .. After 20 minutes I don't fucking understand, by the end of the first part my brain was boiling like it never boiled in my life. I couldn't even memorize half of the new words, and not just to understand their meaning. What am I, bitch, in Hogwarts?
In the morning, the second part of the course takes place, it is more light, they no longer spit at me in supine words. That same evening, I began to write to various acquaintances working in the field of clothing, cosmetics, equipment and other garbage, with the proposal: "I bring you a product, and you push it for a percentage."
I started looking for drops. The only thing left was to learn to drive. After that I sit down for lectures. Before starting work, I studied them for about three weeks. If you look from the outside, then a couple of days should be enough to read all this, in lazy-mode, but this is not just a book, you need to have a complete picture of the whole process in your head about which a week ago you did not know anything yet ... I remember the moment when I was invited to a party on the very day when I passed the training. By the time I arrived at the hut, everyone had already been sufficiently cleaned, and soon everyone was cut off. I felt like an introverted nerd when I started rereading the tutorials while everyone was lying in alcohol-otrubon. I also remember how I opened for the first time the lectures. Felt like Harry Potter walking into Hogwarts for the first time.
After reading along the way, I begin to tune the car, encountering difficulties.
There is an irresistible desire for someone to come and do everything for you, you constantly think that it is difficult, this is not yours, fuck you need it, you constantly delay the approach to the next stage.
An important factor here is that there is no fucking time to dive into work. It happens that you run all day, you think I'll come home and do the first, second and third, and sometimes you can't finish the first, because everything turns out to be more complicated and longer than you thought. I will not go into the details of the driving process, but here I had few difficulties.
There was a lot of brawling with the first pack.
I drove in a couple of shops and the last package still did not arrive. The thought was already spinning in my head that it wouldn’t work to send the fucking out, and I hammered the dick. I decided to send it to another, but since I ran out of money for the mate, I decided to wait a couple of days until there were at least 5 mowers, so as not to pay the fucking commission for transferring the cue ball.
As a result, on the day when I threw the cue ball to the shop with the cards, everyone's badge bacon hung up and the transaction lasted for about a week. During this time, the cue ball rate nikhuyovo sagged and the amount on the account in the shop was not what I wanted to see it.
At this time, I decided to look at the site of the first forwarding and, to my surprise, that unfortunate last package arrived 4 days ago. On reflection, I decided to take a chance and still try to send the pack. They collected this package for me around the week, since it was before the New Year.
My happiness knew no bounds when I saw the inscription "sent" in front of the parcel.
Towards the end of January, I was notified that my package had arrived on the territory of the Russian Federation. After waiting a week, I sent the drop to the post office to find out what's what, he was told that there was no fucking for him, and in general, let him fucking go. The days went by, and there were no updates on the track. I didn't really expect to get anything. We decided to send the drop to the post office again, and he was again told, "Fuck you", but to this they added "fuck you, you will make your package in another city", call there and arrange delivery. In other words, I stumbled somewhere when I was choosing a delivery method, and the pack was brought not to his post office, but to the courier service, which would bring the pack to him personally.
Well, you can sum up, fuck. Here are screenshots of all the crap I got.
What would I advise you, fuck.
Plan your time, the time that you allocate for carding will not be enough for you, try to make plans clearly.
DO NOT TRY your time, this is the most valuable resource, more important than all ss, grandfathers and socks, DO NOT BE distracted by any garbage! Damn, don't go into fucking contact and other social networks AT ALL, you better get out of there.
"Go to answer a person for 5 minutes" doesn't work, then another 5, another 10 minutes, then you saw a meme, then you watch more memes, then you see a meme from a old movie and you revise all three parts. Checked on myself. This shit is really complete bullshit. For more than a month I tried to get down to business, and in the end I came out absolutely like a jet from a mosquito dick.
It is more likely that you need not eggs, but brains and perseverance, if you have these two lots and 10k to them, then acquaintance with the darknet will go off with a bang.
