Let me introduce you to Frank. He’s a big guy and stands out in a crowd. If it isn’t the lantern jaw it’s the barn door wide shoulders, and muscles on his muscles. I’ve known Frank for a long time. He looks like a bouncer – a very rich bouncer.
Everything about him, from his immaculately cut hair, handmade London shirts, manicured hands, genuine Rolex, silk trousers, and leather loafers reeks of money. Then you visit his house. Set on a chunk of beachfront property, the house is three stories of sheer heaven; from the gym on the bottom floor to the master bedroom at the top. There’s a balcony you can play tennis on…doubles.
He’s a rich guy and the girls flock to him.
Is he a banker? No.
Does he invest in property? No… unless owning beach-front property qualifies.
He lives the Expat Rockstar lifestyle simply by sitting in front of his laptop and betting. Betting on sports events like Australian Open tennis tournament and betting on horses. He’ll bet on golf, politics, football, and on anything he can turn a profit. And he’s going to show me how…
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