I had over 6000 mtg cards going back to a few betas but mostly revised and fourth. I sold the ones the card shop wanted to pay rent while my then wife continued to drive up debt and claim poverty in the rent Dept. I did that for three months before I finally gave the remainder to my son and told him to share with his sister and if he sells, I get half. I'm still missing 2 Black Lotus from revised and have a standing offer for 1k each based on condition of my other cards. I'm sure my ex sold them to start the credit snowball with a secured card.

As for the accusation above... I think you need to consider that I have way too much difficulty making things up because life is so draining. I haven't written much fiction in a long time, because it feels fake. I tried recently and it was not at all easy.
I could show you the papers with numbers, but I throw them out when I put the numbers in my phone or because I simply don't want the number.
I also used to be a very serious manipulator, a fairly good social engineer. If you learn to let people think what they want to be is true, you can extract data from them. This was very useful for testing security at various places, for free and also for smiles and grins. In high school I could get the janitor's keys with a smile and 45 seconds of human conversation or get them to let me into wherever I wanted. It almost always worked. I frequently got my grades changed even throughout college both times, just by picking up certain aspects of someone, and using it with them to get what I wanted. I changed suspension into detention several times and didn't go to it once. It's very manipulative and very wrong too. I had a blast doing it at the time, but feel nothing but remorse for it now.
I try to be genuine now, and find that works very well too. I still notice these aspects of others, but I use those aspects to see a person and not a data set. If you met me in person, you'd not see it coming unless I wanted you to think I was up to something, which can be the easiest way to get someone interested in anything you want to distract with, even if it's absolutely nothing at all. I've had small crowds looking up at the sky, trying to see it and figure out what it was, when there wasn't anything at all.
These women obviously have issues. And, I'm a magnet for them. I'm terrible at everything and tell them so. I do flirt relentlessly and a lot of the time don't notice I'm doing it. I do find it fun. It's kind of a sickness, I think.