So we used to do FBA a year ago, we did pretty good on it with electronics but the returns were high. For reasons like I can't turn the VCR to channel 3 . So last night we decided to start again, we ran to marshalls scanned around for like an hour and just walked out with these 2 little boxes of some skin care stuff. I packed them up and will send them in today. Should bring a $19 profit for each. But the point is that we STARTED instead of letting it sit around until we felt like we had enough to send in. The only way you can grow is to START the growth! #donttalkaboutit#beaboutit#amazon#fba#hustle#reseller#scanitsellit
#TB#editedvsco#VSCOcam .......................................... "Don't talk about it
Sweep it under the rug like we do
(we) Don't talk about it
Your medallions blinding your mind too
Know you're lovin the highs you get in-between the lines of a life you don't need"
The club echoed with thundering cheers and bantering. That plus the bass-boosted techno music wasn't the most pleasant thing to expose the eardrums to. I'm surprised Wolverine isn't in here stabbing the deejay or writhing on the floor in a short, smelly ball.
Despite the terrible taste in music, I had to applaud the secrecy they employed. The compound was beneath the local cleaners, the sounds masked by "old" washer machines, and accessed through an elevator shaft behind a specific dryer in the middle of the rows of machines. Didn't have to convince the clerk to let me in. Once he saw the signature garb he knew who I was. Come on in, Mister Deadpool, he said. His voice quaked with anxiety. Was it me that scared him? Or someone else? All I know is that I got in this place too easily.
When you exit the elevator shaft a nice bouncer leads you to the thumping music behind a vault-- yes I said 'vault'-- and swings it open over-dramatically to reveal the treasures that lied within. After crossing the threshold, I stepped into a wide opening filled with people waving thick stacks of cash towards a collector slithering his way through the crowd. The compound was an underground dome with three levels. The ground floor, the second floor, and the third VIP section. The first two levels were packed with screaming fans waving their obscenities towards the fighting ring in the center of the ground floor. The third was dotted with silent suited men watching the fights indifferently.
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