Hey is something up with Tracy?

ktg123 said:
ChatGPT knows Tracy:

The Shadow Chemist

From a smoky den where secrets weave,
A tale of peptides you won’t believe.
Born of French soil, with roots in the East,
A vendor emerged, a mercurial beast.

In four tongues, his words could flow,
French, Mandarin, English—Spanish in tow.
But patience? Thin as a razor's blade,
With swearing, his signature trade.

"Orders only!" his mantra, his creed,
"Questions? Complaints? I don’t have the need.
Your whining’s a chore, your doubts absurd,
Pay me in crypto or don't say a word."

Through customs unseen, his packages flew,
Under the radar, like whispers through dew.
China to lands where demand runs rife,
His peptides danced on the edge of life.

But one day he vanished, like smoke in the night,
"No more shipments," his message tight.
"Gone dark for security, stay on your toes,
I'll be back soon—when the shadow knows."

A figure of mystery, cunning and grit,
His silence a warning, his absence a crypt.
For in the world of black-market trade,
Legends are built where risks are weighed.

And when he returns, his fans will cheer,
For the chemist who swears yet holds them near.
A paradox shrouded in shadows deep,
The peptide dealer who runs without sleep.
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All it needs is a touch of glpKaren Fishsteak. 🤣
 
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 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.
 
DwightTheDelight said:
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?
Click to expand...
Tracy sabotaged his competition by making and selling them zero pep for cheap, now they found out and he's on the run.
 
ktg123 said:

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.
Click to expand...
Priceless
 
exploitedworkerbee said:
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.
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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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