William Reardon’s Blog

Sadly, my genuine fake Rolex has fallen apart.

On the flight back from Chicago, a screw suddenly popped out, landing my folex on the floor with a thud. The screw had loosened previously, giving a warning so that I could tighten it. This time it just went in one go, and while everyone was deplaning so I dismissed any hopes of finding the screw and fixing it myself.

I am, however, still debating if I should try to take it to a real Rolex store. The entertainment of that visit alone would be worth the $10 I paid for it. “Look at what Rolex sold me! You call this quality?! Fake? What, do you mean fake!? I paid ten grand for this!”

The lady at the Silk Market swore it was top quality too.

I think I may have been lied too.

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