False Claim

A white Aston Martin Vantage pulled up in front of a rundown house in a not-so safe part of the city. A handsome old man got out of the car, fixing his suit as his nose scrunched from the foul smell of the town. A dirty old woman limped her way over, her clothes in tatters and patched up with different kinds of fabric, she reached out and touched the old man.

His once calm, scrutinizing eyes flared in anger as he pushed the woman away from him, "How dare you touch me, you dirty old hag!" taking out a fine piece of fabric and wiping his clothes away while looking down on the pitiful woman.

He threw the handkerchief away "these clothes cost more than your pitiful life, but since I am generous and kind, you can have the handkerchief, that's limited edition," a smug look on his face as he walked away from the woman struggling to get up. His nose scrunched once more as he inhaled a disgusting smell of rotten eggs.