Hey is something up with Tracy?

Tracy of the Grey Market

In shadowed corners of the peptide trade,
A figure loomed, half myth, half charade.
Known simply as Tracy, a dealer of dreams,
With roots in two worlds, or so it seems.

From France he hailed, yet his lineage tied
To China's heart where secrets hide.
Fluent in four tongues, his words were a dance,
But his avatar spoke: a beauty from France.

A porcelain face on a screen so fair,
Customers pondered, "Is Tracy even there?"
A woman? A man? The truth wasn’t clear,
Yet for cheap peptides, they overcame fear.

He took crypto payments, no fuss, no delay,
Yet patience was needed, for shipping’s slow way.
“A month at most,” he would gruffly decree,
“If you don’t like it, you’re not buying from me.”

Customer service? A far-off mirage,
Questions met with a virtual barrage.
“GlpKaren Fishsteak,” he’d type with disdain,
On forums, he ruled with contempt unrestrained.

But Tracy delivered—most of the time—
Even if waiting felt like a crime.
His loyal buyers, though often irate,
Knew he was the cheapest; they’d just have to wait.

Then came a post, cryptic and terse,
Before New Year, when business grew worse.
“No more orders, I’m going dark,”
A warning struck like a haunting spark.

Security concerns, he claimed with care,
Disappearing into the frosty air.
And lo, as Customs increased their hold,
The peptide trade grew silent and cold.

Tracy, the shadow, the master, the myth,
Vanished, his trail a mere wisp to drift.
Yet whispers remained, and hope lingered too,
That Tracy would rise like the spring's first dew.

For though he was brusque, and his dealings opaque,
The peptides he shipped could make bodies awake.
And so they await, with wallets in hand,
For Tracy’s return to this grey market land.
 
Tinfoil hat: daddy T became aware of the customs seizure surge, is hanging back for a bit to see how bad it is. Only after knowing what the bill will be to deliver on reship commitments will he decide whether to go back into business or to call it a day and start a new company and/or retire with his millions.
 
Sorry if this is off topic, but I'm starting to feel like something is up with Tracy.

Let's look at the facts -
  1. This all FEELS weird...
  2. Where is she/he/they/it?
  3. Doesn't it feel weeeiiirrddd?
Okay, now let's look at the rumors that I'm about to start -
  1. Tracy may have murdered someone and is now running from the law while using CNY as a cover.
  2. Tracy may have been involved in multiple hit and runs while driving his brand new power wheels.
And finally, I did receive this email in response to some harassment I was sending him about a week ago -

"Please stop starting rumors about me. I will block you." - what can this mean?
Tracy sabotaged his competition by making and selling them zero pep for cheap, now they found out and he's on the run.
 
I received my first package from him (which is also my first batch of grey) the same day he announced he was pausing operations... sorry if this is all my fault 🤷‍♂️
 

Tracy of the Grey Market

In shadowed corners of the peptide trade,
A figure loomed, half myth, half charade.
Known simply as Tracy, a dealer of dreams,
With roots in two worlds, or so it seems.

From France he hailed, yet his lineage tied
To China's heart where secrets hide.
Fluent in four tongues, his words were a dance,
But his avatar spoke: a beauty from France.

A porcelain face on a screen so fair,
Customers pondered, "Is Tracy even there?"
A woman? A man? The truth wasn’t clear,
Yet for cheap peptides, they overcame fear.

He took crypto payments, no fuss, no delay,
Yet patience was needed, for shipping’s slow way.
“A month at most,” he would gruffly decree,
“If you don’t like it, you’re not buying from me.”

Customer service? A far-off mirage,
Questions met with a virtual barrage.
“GlpKaren Fishsteak,” he’d type with disdain,
On forums, he ruled with contempt unrestrained.

But Tracy delivered—most of the time—
Even if waiting felt like a crime.
His loyal buyers, though often irate,
Knew he was the cheapest; they’d just have to wait.

Then came a post, cryptic and terse,
Before New Year, when business grew worse.
“No more orders, I’m going dark,”
A warning struck like a haunting spark.

Security concerns, he claimed with care,
Disappearing into the frosty air.
And lo, as Customs increased their hold,
The peptide trade grew silent and cold.

Tracy, the shadow, the master, the myth,
Vanished, his trail a mere wisp to drift.
Yet whispers remained, and hope lingered too,
That Tracy would rise like the spring's first dew.

For though he was brusque, and his dealings opaque,
The peptides he shipped could make bodies awake.
And so they await, with wallets in hand,
For Tracy’s return to this grey market land.
Priceless
 
Tinfoil hat: daddy T became aware of the customs seizure surge, is hanging back for a bit to see how bad it is. Only after knowing what the bill will be to deliver on reship commitments will he decide whether to go back into business or to call it a day and start a new company and/or retire with his millions.
I was also thinking along the same lines, but given the fact the packages are still trickling down, I think he just didn't want to be be bothered by customers with packages in flight and wanted to wait for all of the ones which can make it to get delivered before sending replacements, giving himself more than 30 days of his reship promise.
 

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