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Going slow sucks. I used to make 150 cold-calls per day. 6 days per week. Grinding it out. Hustling. But I didn't start making ‘big money’ until I discovered a ‘secret selling system’. Before you roll your eyes and go back to your newsfeed. Hear me out. Howdy, Sabri Suby here… And one day, I came up with a “crazy idea”. That allowed me to take my “sales pitch” and automate it. So instead of calling on 150 businesses per day… I could write an ad that would call on 150,000 people per day! Everyone thought I was a fool. And that there was no way this would work. But I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. I was already dead-broke. Working out of my bedroom on an old computer that my girlfriend had bought me. After a lot of late nights, early mornings and a tonne of trial and error… I finally discovered a secret selling system. And everything changed for me. I went from desperately cold-calling businesses. Begging them to speak to me... To building the 17th fastest growing company in the country, as ranked by The Australian Financial Review… And having a waitlist of new clients. Competitors with much bigger budgets couldn’t compete with me. Rookies who sold on price had no chance against me. Why? Because of my proven “selling system”. After discovering this system… I transitioned from selling one-to-one – to selling one-to-many. And I applied my salesmanship to advertising… For example, this ad took about 2 hours to write. With a little luck, it should earn me 100, maybe even two hundred thousand dollars. What's more, I'm going to ask you to send me some money (to a complete stranger on the internet). And I'll try to make it so irresistible that you'd be a fool not to do it. After all, why should you care if I make a few bucks – if I can show you how to make a lot more? What if I'm so sure that you will use this selling system to get more clients than any sane person could possibly want... That
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over my body. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over me. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every day.
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"Going slow sucks.\n\nI used to make 150 cold-calls per day. \n\n6 days per week. \n\nGrinding it out.\n\nHustling.\n\nBut I didn't start making ‘big money’ until I discovered a ‘secret selling system’.\n\nBefore you roll your eyes and go back to your newsfeed.\n\nHear me out.\n\nHowdy, Sabri Suby here…\n\nAnd one day, I came up with a “crazy idea”.\n\nThat allowed me to take my “sales pitch” and automate it.\n\nSo instead of calling on 150 businesses per day…\n\nI could write an ad that would call on 150,000 people per day!\n\nEveryone thought I was a fool.\n\nAnd that there was no way this would work.\n\nBut I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.\n\nI was already dead-broke.\n\nWorking out of my bedroom on an old computer that my girlfriend had bought me.\n\nAfter a lot of late nights, early mornings and a tonne of trial and error…\n\nI finally discovered a secret selling system.\n\nAnd everything changed for me.\n\nI went from desperately cold-calling businesses.\n\nBegging them to speak to me...\n\nTo building the 17th fastest growing company in the country, as ranked by The Australian Financial Review…\n\nAnd having a waitlist of new clients.\n\nCompetitors with much bigger budgets couldn’t compete with me.\n\nRookies who sold on price had no chance against me.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause of my proven “selling system”.\n\nAfter discovering this system…\n\nI transitioned from selling one-to-one – to selling one-to-many.\n\nAnd I applied my salesmanship to advertising…\n\nFor example, this ad took about 2 hours to write. \n\nWith a little luck, it should earn me 100, maybe even two hundred thousand dollars. \n\nWhat's more, I'm going to ask you to send me some money (to a complete stranger on the internet).\n\nAnd I'll try to make it so irresistible that you'd be a fool not to do it.\n\nAfter all, why should you care if I make a few bucks – if I can show you how to make a lot more? \n\nWhat if I'm so sure that you will use this selling system to get more clients than any sane person could possibly want...\n\nTha
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over me. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every day.
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"""Bast, wake up sweetie."" my mother said, shaking me out of my deep sleep.\n""Hmm? Mommy? What's wrong?"" I asked her, looking at the clock on my bedside table, the big bright letters read 3:45 am ""Why are you waking me up so early?"" I asked her, trying to wipe the sleep out of my eyes.\n""Get up and brush your teeth and hair, then come downstairs sweetie."" my mom said as she walked out of my bedroom. I couldn't help but notice a weird look on my mothers face, like she was doing something wrong. \nI did as my mother asked, my heart pounding from worry. What reason would my mother have for waking me up this? And why did she look so upset? I tried to calm myself down, but to no avail as I brushed out my long hair, much rougher than I meant to, causing myself to wince in pain. After I was done, I started to walk down the stairs. I had to hold the railing to steady myself, my legs were shaking so terribly I could barely stand.\n""Mommy?"" I called out once I reached the bottom step, looking at the living room to my right, where I saw a flickering light. \n""Come on in here, Bast."" My father called from the room. Hearing my father's strong voice made me feel better, my dad always made me feel safe and secure. Now having heard my father's voice, I felt my worries fade, as I walked into the living room. My mother and father sat on the couch next to each other, and across from them I could only see the back of a stranger.\nFrom behind I could tell this man was tall, and strong. I slowly walked towards where my parents were, keeping my eyes on the man, taking in his appearance. He wore a black 3-piece suit with a dark purple tie, his hair was black and short. \nAs I was about to sit next to my father, he stopped me and motioned to the stranger. ""Sit next to Damien, Bast.""\nI turned towards the man and couldn't hold back the shudder that went through me. Underneath that black hair was the most shockingly electric blue eyes I've ever seen. His structure was strong and handsome, with a short and well-groomed beard.\n
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"""Bast, wake up sweetie."" my mother said, shaking me out of my deep sleep.\n""Hmm? Mommy? What's wrong?"" I asked her, looking at the clock on my bedside table, the big bright letters read 3:45 am ""Why are you waking me up so early?"" I asked her, trying to wipe the sleep out of my eyes.\n""Get up and brush your teeth and hair, then come downstairs sweetie."" my mom said as she walked out of my bedroom. I couldn't help but notice a weird look on my mothers face, like she was doing something wrong. \nI did as my mother asked, my heart pounding from worry. What reason would my mother have for waking me up this? And why did she look so upset? I tried to calm myself down, but to no avail as I brushed out my long hair, much rougher than I meant to, causing myself to wince in pain. After I was done, I started to walk down the stairs. I had to hold the railing to steady myself, my legs were shaking so terribly I could barely stand.\n""Mommy?"" I called out once I reached the bottom step, looking at the living room to my right, where I saw a flickering light. \n""Come on in here, Bast."" My father called from the room. Hearing my father's strong voice made me feel better, my dad always made me feel safe and secure. Now having heard my father's voice, I felt my worries fade, as I walked into the living room. My mother and father sat on the couch next to each other, and across from them I could only see the back of a stranger.\nFrom behind I could tell this man was tall, and strong. I slowly walked towards where my parents were, keeping my eyes on the man, taking in his appearance. He wore a black 3-piece suit with a dark purple tie, his hair was black and short. \nAs I was about to sit next to my father, he stopped me and motioned to the stranger. ""Sit next to Damien, Bast.""\nI turned towards the man and couldn't hold back the shudder that went through me. Underneath that black hair was the most shockingly electric blue eyes I've ever seen. His structure was strong and handsome, with a short and well-groomed beard.\n
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over me. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every day.
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over me. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every day.
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over me. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every day.
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