[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  𝙷𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚗 [@shagbark_hick](/creator/twitter/shagbark_hick) on x 42.8K followers Created: 2025-07-26 15:34:07 UTC Years ago I went out with a very-wealthy Jewish girl from Boston who was big in the art scene in NYC. Met her at some bar in Brooklyn where bike couriers hang out; proceeded to spend a month straight with her. She did coke 24/7, took me to VIP rooms at tons of clubs, and seemed to have both infinite money and a near-zero grasp on time or reality. She swore she'd marry me, and she literally prayed we'd get pregnant. We went to "Members Only" in Brooklyn constantly, where I was exposed to some of the weirdest, gayest, richest, most drug-addled people I'd ever seen. I was a filthy hobo at the time, wearing my coal-dust-covered Carhartt overalls (which an elderly gay man from Italy offered me $1000 for; I passed). Finally, she gave me a gigantic golden ring from India with a massive emerald in it. The ring was in the shape of a snake, and I wore it. She said: "Go to Cottage Grove, Oregon and meet me there -- I have a house there and we'll get married there." So I did it: I hitchhiked from NYC to Oregon over the course of a month or so. When I got to Cottage Grove, I called her and she had no idea who I was, but asked if I was the one who had her ring. I said yes. She asked me to come to Brooklyn, and six months later, I hitchhiked back there and met up with her. When I went to her place, she looked distressed and tired. She asked me my name and whether we ever had sex before. Of course I said we did for more than a month straight, and that she said she wanted to get pregnant and marry me. She had no memory of that whatsoever. So she told me the story: Several months before we'd met, she'd been out at a club and met a guy. They were in the Uber headed to his apartment when he said "wait, why don't we go to my other house in the Caribbean?" She said yes, and they went to JFK to fly to Barbados. There, he took her phone away, imprisoned her there, and raped her daily for several months before her family hired a PI to rescue her. Once back in the USA, she claimed to have been in a complete fugue state for months on end, in a drug-fueled haze. She had no memory of anything she did during that period, including spending an insane month with me doing the all-night every-night VIP club thing. I gave her her ring back and left, utterly darkened and weirded out to the core. I really was never the same after this. XXXXXXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [lore](/topic/lore) [money](/topic/money) [tons](/topic/tons) [$ko](/topic/$ko) [stocks consumer defensive](/topic/stocks-consumer-defensive) [Post Link](https://x.com/shagbark_hick/status/1949131123943969082)
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𝙷𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚗 @shagbark_hick on x 42.8K followers
Created: 2025-07-26 15:34:07 UTC
Years ago I went out with a very-wealthy Jewish girl from Boston who was big in the art scene in NYC. Met her at some bar in Brooklyn where bike couriers hang out; proceeded to spend a month straight with her.
She did coke 24/7, took me to VIP rooms at tons of clubs, and seemed to have both infinite money and a near-zero grasp on time or reality. She swore she'd marry me, and she literally prayed we'd get pregnant. We went to "Members Only" in Brooklyn constantly, where I was exposed to some of the weirdest, gayest, richest, most drug-addled people I'd ever seen. I was a filthy hobo at the time, wearing my coal-dust-covered Carhartt overalls (which an elderly gay man from Italy offered me $1000 for; I passed).
Finally, she gave me a gigantic golden ring from India with a massive emerald in it. The ring was in the shape of a snake, and I wore it. She said: "Go to Cottage Grove, Oregon and meet me there -- I have a house there and we'll get married there." So I did it: I hitchhiked from NYC to Oregon over the course of a month or so.
When I got to Cottage Grove, I called her and she had no idea who I was, but asked if I was the one who had her ring. I said yes. She asked me to come to Brooklyn, and six months later, I hitchhiked back there and met up with her.
When I went to her place, she looked distressed and tired. She asked me my name and whether we ever had sex before. Of course I said we did for more than a month straight, and that she said she wanted to get pregnant and marry me. She had no memory of that whatsoever.
So she told me the story: Several months before we'd met, she'd been out at a club and met a guy. They were in the Uber headed to his apartment when he said "wait, why don't we go to my other house in the Caribbean?" She said yes, and they went to JFK to fly to Barbados. There, he took her phone away, imprisoned her there, and raped her daily for several months before her family hired a PI to rescue her.
Once back in the USA, she claimed to have been in a complete fugue state for months on end, in a drug-fueled haze. She had no memory of anything she did during that period, including spending an insane month with me doing the all-night every-night VIP club thing.
I gave her her ring back and left, utterly darkened and weirded out to the core. I really was never the same after this.
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