
You new friend hands you £300 in a envelope. He advises you get half now and half when you come back to him with a "receipt". He gives you and address and advises you to return within two hours until you want to be "gutted and fed to stray dogs". what a lovely image
You head away from the soup kitchen, and you begin sweating like a hooker on steroids. do you really want to go through will this?
Will you take the £300 quid and run?
or will you go through with the delivery?