A week ago, an agitated woman got into my taxi, she hysterically said, “Get me home fast, my husband is che:a:ting!”
When we arrived, she was shivering and kept begging me to come up for support.
I reluctantly agreed. Once we got inside, her face changed — she turned to me and started to laugh, even though moments earlier her face had been covered in tears.
Then, she vanished. I was terrified to find three huge, muscular men with menacing expressions standing in front of me.
One demanded my wallet, while another took my car keys. Terrified and realizing I couldn’t fight back alone, I stayed silent and did as they asked. They took my car and money and left.
Later, I went to the police. They checked the address, and it turned out the apartment was an Airbnb rented with fake names, making them impossible to trace. That day, I was robbed—but I learned a big lesson: never to trust anyone blindly, even a seemingly helpless woman in tears.
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