☀️ Daylight Hustle in Saigon As Facebook keeps reminding me, this time last year I was deep in Ho Chi Minh — solo traveler, camera slung, sweating through the streets where the sun doesn’t let you hide. Some people fear being alone. For me, solitude isn’t punishment — it’s a compass. That’s when I crossed paths with the Filipino card gang. Daylight smiles, casual chatter, the kind of warmth that feels like relief from the heat. Until it wasn’t. That’s when it hit me: I wasn’t a guest in their game, I was the mark. Curiosity kept me there longer than sense should’ve, but instinct pulled me out. I spotted the gap, took it clean, and walked away with nothing lost but a sliver of naivety — and a story burning in my back pocket. So I shared it online. Not for pity. Not for likes. Just to warn others that these hustles happen in plain sight, even to the ones paying attention. And of course — the mob came running. “Cool story bro, add dragons.” “How stupid can you be?” The usual desk war...