In 2009, The New York Observer published “The Hipster Grifter,” an article identifying a small-time scammer prowling the Brooklyn scene, extracting cash from unsuspecting men. Her name was Kari Ferrell, and she was 22 and immensely charming. She left a flurry of notes in her wake, cocktail napkins etched with sexually explicit jokes, sometimes signed “Korean Abdul-Jabbar.” It worked as long as her marks didn’t Google her name and find that she was wanted for felony fraud in Utah.
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