[ WP ] You are an elite pickpocket . Describe your lifestyle .

Dear traveler, 
 
 You are special. 
 
 For years I've walked these streets, seen but unseen, heard but unheard. A gentle bump here, a touch on the shoulder there, and your life becomes mine. Not your heartbeat, nor your breath, no. Here a picture, you and some smiling companion; true love, I assume? A toothless child, eyes full of wonder. Still alive, I hope. And in here, the cards; your picture, your name, your birthday. Your money, a modest sum but enough to buy perhaps a belly full of food, a trinket for the smiling people pictured here. Membership cards, worthwhile interests, the pursuit of frugality; community, people who care. Encasing it all, this musty leather, the golden monogram faded but not entirely. A gift, I take it? Every one so ordinary, so alike, yet so unique. 
 
 This has been my life, dear reader. I've taken the lives, as they were, of many. I sleep in luxury, dine with the movers and shakers of this city; conquest of this month's eye candy is a fleeting pasttime. I arise in silken splendor, don the finest clothes, am transported to my hunting grounds by the most sullen of chauffeurs, and nightly rest my head upon whatever warm embraces have presented themselves throughout my day. I want for nothing, but can get anything. I exist in a singular state of utter contentment. My life is happiness incarnate. 
 
 And here you sit, dear reader. Perhaps you've made it home, perhaps you're at the pub and you've pulled this wallet out to pay. For you see, dear reader, this wallet, the one you hold; of the countless lives I've taken, this is the first one I've *returned*. 
 
 And I have never felt so alive.
