Where Fakery Is An Art Form...There's No Help To Kick The HabitJames Drake
As a gaggle of Yankee sightseers pile out into the sunshine at the end of their guided tour of Sofia's Alexandar Nevski cathedral, a young souvenir vendor rubs his hands. It's a bitter, blustery day, but Petya Konstantin's thoughts aren't so much on the wind as on the windfall waddling its way toward him, drawn by his unique sales patter. "Hello sir. I make you special offer," chirps the 21-year-old graphic design student, waving an expansive arm over the rows of crisp new $10 bills pinned neatly to the velvet lining of his display case. "You give me $5--I give you $10."
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