Diary of a Filipino Blackjack Scammer "VICTIM" in Cambodia

[General Mackevili]

Ok, I have come across the stupidest person in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, and quite possibly in South East Asia (maybe the universe?). I'm talking brain dead.

This guy, Diego G. Aviles Acosta, who just got finished teaching in Cambodia for the Peace Corps in Cambodia, gave them money THREE SEPARATE TIMES!

You will do a few facepalms when you read his story. I've even questioned if it could be for real.

He says he doesn't like gambling, but plays a game with them, runs to an ATM on his own accord to bring them $500 to stay in the game, goes home because they decide to wait until the next day to flip over the cards, LoL, then sends them $300 MORE dollars, and later that day another $150! ! ! !

I get being stupid, or even naive at times, but this is full retard.

They want to postpone the game another day and ask for another $450! Only at this point does the guy start to think that maybe something is up.

This is beyond stupid. Is Peace Corps this desperate these days? I guess if you can be convinced to teach English for free for a year in the jungle, then giving Blackjack Scammers money on 3 different occasions is within the realm of possibility.

Reading his story almost makes me feel bad for the Filipino Blackjack Scammers. To have to deal with people this stupid, day in and day out, for a couple grand here and there just can't be worth it.

I'm starting that think that they are the real victims here.

His motto in life, which he got tattooed on his arm in Khmer, is "Follow Your Heart," but I think he should change it to "Use Your Fucking Brain!"





Follow Your Heart in Phnom Penh with Caution

By Diego G. Aviles Acosta

I had just made a big decision to resign from my volunteer teaching position in Koh Kong province and was in Phnom Penh to do the exit paperwork. I went a step farther and memorialized my decision by getting a “tam chet” tattoo on my left wrist. That’s Khmer for “follow your heart”.

My heart was open and trusting, apparently visibly, as I sat in the shade of a thick-trunked tree near the Independence Monument in Phnom Penh.

While I sat considering life ahead, a short, fiftyish Malaysian man approached me with a big “Hello! Where are you from?” and an extended hand. I told him, “Puerto Rico!” He spoke a few words of Spanish and my interest was piqued.
He said his sister would soon go to Puerto Rico to work, and I should come to his place to speak Spanish with her and have lunch.

“Why not?” I thought.

We took a tuk-tuk to his place, only three or four minutes away. Once upstairs and seated comfortably in a spacious living room, a young woman served me noodles, pork, coffee and then tea (I can’t remember which), and the man who brought me went to get the sister who was moving to Puerto Rico. But I never met her. Instead, another Malaysian man came into the living room. He spoke more Spanish than the others. He told me he worked in a casino and began to explain his scheme for winning at blackjack: He deals, signals his partner, lets him know when to go all-in or whatever, and they split the winnings 50-50.

I said I didn’t like gambling, but he brushed off my comment saying, “No matter, you can use what I teach you in the future.”

I finished my lunch and he invited me into another room where a blackjack table was set up, and the gambling lessons began.

The man kept talking about a lady who had used his apartment to run a blackjack game. She had cleared $60,000 but only gave him $200 in gratitude. She was apparently on her way back to the apartment to play cards and he wanted the money he thought she owed him. So he gave gave me the $200 she had paid him. I would play blackjack with his help and we would split my winnings.

The woman arrived. Salutations were made, and we began the game. It seemed harmless at first. I was winning every round. But that changed and I was soon digging into my own cash to stay in the game. She was loaded with hundred dollar bills and the stakes got high. After losing more than $1,000 of my own cash at the table, I began playing on credit from the dealer.

My winning streak kicked-in again and I had a perfect 21 to end it all and walk away with my half of the $31,000 riding on the hand.

But not so fast. The woman refused to play her hand until we put our bet up front in cash – like hers.

The dealer took me aside to conjure up a plan where he would borrow $5,000 and I would make a cash withdrawal on my Visa card. His sister and her driver took me out to do that. I came back an hour later with $500 cash, but we were still $9,000 short.

The guy said sit tight. He would go to Sihanoukville the next day and borrow the shortfall. We would finish the game at lunch the next day. The sister and driver took me back to my guest house. She was giddy with excitement about the winnings to come. I bought into the plan. Walking away with $15,000 would be nice. I thought that surely – with my partner in so much deeper than I was, borrowing so much more money – the game and the pay-off were for real.

I was living in limbo the next day, waiting anxiously in my room for the man’s calls. When he did call, it was to ask for more money to be sent to him through his sister. First, I sent $300 that he said was a guarantee for the loan, and then another $150 because he said he had made a mistake and actually needed $450 to borrow the money.

I played along. The game got postponed until 6 pm that day. And then he said we would finish the game at 10 the next morning.

That morning he called and said we were still $1,000 short.......

...Continue reading his story on Khmer Times...

http://www.khmertimeskh.com/news/11845/ ... th-caution

[juansweetpotato]

Nicely written. At least people know what to expect.

[LTO]

Good example of the old adage, 'You can't con an honest man.'

[wackyjacky]

So the Flips have such a bad rap now that they're masquerading as Malaysians ? Spanish speaking Malaysians going to work in Puerto Rico ? Even without falling for the card scam, he's ready for the Gullibility Hall of Fame.

[Sailorman]

"You can't cheat an honest man"
George C. Scott
The Flim-Flam Man.

[hanno]

Oh boy!!!!!

[Joker Poker]

I think it was LTO mentioning recently about the numerous times these scum have tried him.

Likewise, I must be up to at least 15 hits now, if not more. Just last week I was walking along the river roughly in front of Metro and a guy riding a moto cut me off, pulls up and asks me where I got my shirt! I gave him a pfftt sound and kept walking. There is one guy who I see along there regularly wearing a baseball cap and sunnies. He asked me about my shirt a couple of months ago, I told him I got it in Manilla, priceless...

Anyway, I saw him stop a dude last week, he didn't take the bait and kept walking, so I caught up with him a bit further along and gave him the heads up.

I've been stopped by them along the river numerous times, out the front of E-Mart on St 13, and by one of the marts on St 51.

Yesterday I came on here and the site was on go-slow, dunno why, but I had a look on 440 and saw that Scobie has posted some pics of their base. What happens next?

[hanno]

The have never talked to me. They have approached a couple of times but I have perfected my "open-ypur-mouth-and-I-rip-your-head-off" look after 40 years in Africa and Asia.

[General Mackevili]

Scobie has posted some pics of their base. What happens next?

Not to knock him, but I personally wouldn't have just posted it like that.

With no action plan, it just serves as a heads up for them, nothing else.

Nobody's done anything, and now they know they're outed.

The have never talked to me.

You need to start wearing a "nice hat."

[Yobbo]

Haha I got a three course pork lunch!