An “exit scam” usually involves a guy on a beach sipping mojitos with your money, not staring down the barrel of a police seizure while losing his entire inventory and likely his freedom. But sure, equate a government-enforced disaster with a premeditated rug-pull. The only thing “exited” was my stockpile, straight into an evidence locker.
You’re whining about December-January orders? Fascinating. Last I checked, my business plan didn’t include “Get raided” as a quarterly goal. But please, enlighten us with your vast experience in navigating logistical nightmares while potentially facing felony charges. What’s your secret? A Delorean? A time machine to go back and say, “Sorry officers, I can’t be arrested yet, forum_user_butthurt needs his peptides!”
Here’s a free lesson in reality, since yours seems to be buffering: This is the black market, not Amazon Prime. Sometimes the delivery guy isn’t a friendly dude in a van—it’s a squad of guys with badges and battering rams. Consider the unfilled orders a tragic, involuntary “stupidity tax” paid by anyone who thinks this gig comes with warranty cards and customer service reps.
So put the wig and red nose back on, grab your unicycle, and pedal this sensational theory elsewhere. The adults here—the ones who understand the inconvenient risks of this business—are too busy laughing at your delusion of a “safe exit scam” amid a police raid. Clown.
