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I decided long ago to exploit my ability to acquire knock-off designer bags, and send them to unknowning simpletons who aim to impress other peers at tupperwear parties in Montana. So I've been putting it off for a long time, because face it, Chinatown is several subway stops away- and it's cold outside. Alas, today I jacketed up and ventured down south.
Now, in the past year, knock-offs have been dramatically outlawed. What is left is a bizarre brand named "pagoda" and "vina"... No mas. All the knock-off sellers are left to do, to save this thriving business of deception, is to carry a purse in a black trash bag and spout in a low register to any female tourist: "louisvuittonlouisvuittonlouisvuittonlouisvuitton." Creepy? I was looking for them.
After 30 minutes, no luck, all non-knock-offs, I was heading into low morale. Until, something glorious happened. A man waved me into a small nook and I asked for the stuff. He lead me 2 blocks, through a chinese restaurant, to a locked storage closet FILLED with these illegal goods. I was surrounded by immitation leather; it was beautiful.
After a discourse of haggling, I left with two bags in tow of a black trash bag, my smile only only distracted by the red burning of my frozen cheeks. Now, let the bidding begin!