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Name: Gertrude Grau
Subject: Fraudulent Lottery
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen of the Consumer Protection, it seems that I have become a victim of fraud. I will now describe my situation and how I got into this mess.
It all began in the stairwell of our apartment building. When I came home from work on Wednesday evening, it smelled different than usual. Somehow...very sweet.
When I suddenly saw this young...man standing in front of my door, I couldn't believe my eyes. Well, he looked...original. A
pale lad, rather short, of indeterminate age, with thin, white-blond hair and rosy cheeks.
In his hand, he held a large bouquet of plastic roses that still emitted a very intense, artificial rose scent. The flowers were decorated with some kind of pink cotton. Cotton candy?
"Tadaaa!" he exclaimed theatrically, putting on an exaggeratedly enthusiastic smile that made his metal braces flash. While I stared at him in disbelief, he shouted, "Here I am!! Your Finn!"
"Uh, there must be some mistake," I chuckled nervously.
"No!" he cried, now indignant. "No mistake! You entered the lottery and Tadaaa! The grand prize is standing in front of you!" Darkly, I remembered. Pedestrian zone two weeks ago. Those nice young people had approached me, and yes, I had written my personal details on a piece of paper with the heading: "Win a Finn!"
Well, I thought the prize might be a vacation in Finland, Finnish ceramics, or maybe the sponsorship of a Finnish whale... But not this???
Skeptically, I assessed my "grand prize" a little closer... "Is that latex?!" I asked somewhat uncertainly, as he was wearing a tight black suit on his lanky body.
"No, that's rubber! Designed and tailored by myself!" He proudly puffed out his narrow chest and took a hearty bite of a red-and-white candy cane, making it crunch. I could smell the rubber suit, which he had already been sweating in, more than I wanted to. Together with the artificial bouquet, it was a bizarre mix.
"I decorated the bouquet with cotton candy. I'm very creative!" he grinned proudly.
and continued to nibble on his candy cane...
Yes, I could smell that too. And unfortunately, I even smelled the metal of his braces...
"I'm Ralli," he explained confidently.
"By the way, I’m into synthetic. Only synthetic. Something like you," he looked at my organic cotton suit in the style of Ursula von der Leyen with disdain, "I would never wear! For me, everything has to be artificial, so you better get used to it!" Did I win a robot?! Anyway, his smell was really bothering me. When I asked if he could be returned, he burst into tears so loudly that I initially steered clear of that possibility.
The rest of the day, Ralli stuck to me, and the name Kralli would have been much more fitting. His unpleasant scent of
"artificial rose with rubber," sugar, synthetic sweat, braces metal, and, for some reason, pineapple, followed me like a fateful thundercloud throughout the day.
Eventually, I managed to get rid of Ralli. I introduced him to a student who lives on the 3rd floor.
A somewhat plump girl with two braids and the only person I know who, besides Ralli, still wears braces at over twenty. She enthusiastically praised his pleasant scent and invited him to her dorm room for the night. He graciously accepted, saying, "I like women who do something for their appearance!" And with a reproachful sidelong glance at me. Then he magically produced a small bottle from somewhere in his rubber catsuit. It was labeled "Ralli."
"This smells wonderfully synthetic like me, so you won't forget me," he said with a playful wink. I was almost a little touched. "You can pay tomorrow too," he added casually.
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen of the Consumer Protection, please help me!
I am so afraid that Ralli will soon be back at my door. What is the legal situation in such cases?! I would be very, very grateful for a prompt consultation appointment!
Hopeful, yours, Gertrude Grau
The brand Nakuna comes from Finland. Ralli is the only fragrance from this brand that I find terrible. Ralli smells like... Ralli.
(see above). The other Nakuna fragrances I have encountered are not bad. However, I wouldn’t buy any.
Overall, I find the scents to be quite synthetic.
Name: Gertrude Grau
Subject: Fraudulent Lottery
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen of the Consumer Protection, it seems that I have become a victim of fraud. I will now describe my situation and how I got into this mess.
It all began in the stairwell of our apartment building. When I came home from work on Wednesday evening, it smelled different than usual. Somehow...very sweet.
When I suddenly saw this young...man standing in front of my door, I couldn't believe my eyes. Well, he looked...original. A
pale lad, rather short, of indeterminate age, with thin, white-blond hair and rosy cheeks.
In his hand, he held a large bouquet of plastic roses that still emitted a very intense, artificial rose scent. The flowers were decorated with some kind of pink cotton. Cotton candy?
"Tadaaa!" he exclaimed theatrically, putting on an exaggeratedly enthusiastic smile that made his metal braces flash. While I stared at him in disbelief, he shouted, "Here I am!! Your Finn!"
"Uh, there must be some mistake," I chuckled nervously.
"No!" he cried, now indignant. "No mistake! You entered the lottery and Tadaaa! The grand prize is standing in front of you!" Darkly, I remembered. Pedestrian zone two weeks ago. Those nice young people had approached me, and yes, I had written my personal details on a piece of paper with the heading: "Win a Finn!"
Well, I thought the prize might be a vacation in Finland, Finnish ceramics, or maybe the sponsorship of a Finnish whale... But not this???
Skeptically, I assessed my "grand prize" a little closer... "Is that latex?!" I asked somewhat uncertainly, as he was wearing a tight black suit on his lanky body.
"No, that's rubber! Designed and tailored by myself!" He proudly puffed out his narrow chest and took a hearty bite of a red-and-white candy cane, making it crunch. I could smell the rubber suit, which he had already been sweating in, more than I wanted to. Together with the artificial bouquet, it was a bizarre mix.
"I decorated the bouquet with cotton candy. I'm very creative!" he grinned proudly.
and continued to nibble on his candy cane...
Yes, I could smell that too. And unfortunately, I even smelled the metal of his braces...
"I'm Ralli," he explained confidently.
"By the way, I’m into synthetic. Only synthetic. Something like you," he looked at my organic cotton suit in the style of Ursula von der Leyen with disdain, "I would never wear! For me, everything has to be artificial, so you better get used to it!" Did I win a robot?! Anyway, his smell was really bothering me. When I asked if he could be returned, he burst into tears so loudly that I initially steered clear of that possibility.
The rest of the day, Ralli stuck to me, and the name Kralli would have been much more fitting. His unpleasant scent of
"artificial rose with rubber," sugar, synthetic sweat, braces metal, and, for some reason, pineapple, followed me like a fateful thundercloud throughout the day.
Eventually, I managed to get rid of Ralli. I introduced him to a student who lives on the 3rd floor.
A somewhat plump girl with two braids and the only person I know who, besides Ralli, still wears braces at over twenty. She enthusiastically praised his pleasant scent and invited him to her dorm room for the night. He graciously accepted, saying, "I like women who do something for their appearance!" And with a reproachful sidelong glance at me. Then he magically produced a small bottle from somewhere in his rubber catsuit. It was labeled "Ralli."
"This smells wonderfully synthetic like me, so you won't forget me," he said with a playful wink. I was almost a little touched. "You can pay tomorrow too," he added casually.
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen of the Consumer Protection, please help me!
I am so afraid that Ralli will soon be back at my door. What is the legal situation in such cases?! I would be very, very grateful for a prompt consultation appointment!
Hopeful, yours, Gertrude Grau
The brand Nakuna comes from Finland. Ralli is the only fragrance from this brand that I find terrible. Ralli smells like... Ralli.
(see above). The other Nakuna fragrances I have encountered are not bad. However, I wouldn’t buy any.
Overall, I find the scents to be quite synthetic.
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