What card do millionaires use?

What credit cards do millionaires use?

Okay, so, what cards do millionaires swipe? Honestly, it’s a head-scratcher.

From what I’ve, like, heard, Amex Centurion (the black one!), JP Morgan Reserve, Dubai First Royale Mastercard (fancy!), and the Coutts World Silk Card are kinda the big leagues.

But here’s the thing, it’s kinda BS. Exclusivity for show?

You know, I used to work at that lil coffee shop near Wall Street, like back in ’08. Saw folks rollin’ in with all kinds of cards. Gold, platinum, the works. Probly spent $10-15 each time.

Didn’t always equate to “rich,” ya know? Just meant they had credit. Ha!

The “real” millionaires? They paid cash. Or maybe, maybe, some super plain, unassuming card. Stealth wealth, I guess? I’ve always been skeptical of showy things.

I recall once a customer, big shot lawyer type, try to pay with “the black card”. It got declined. Turns out, he went to the Cayman islands and the bank didn’t realize it was him. Oh, the humiliation on 05 January 2010.

What credit card does Jay Z use?

Late. Thinking about Jay-Z and that Amex bill. Two hundred and twenty-seven thousand… Crazy. I remember maxing out my Discover card in college. Felt like the end of the world. Eighty-nine bucks. Now this.

It’s… weird. So much money. Still, a cable bill in collections? Doesn’t compute. Like a glitch in the matrix. Maybe it’s a different Jay-Z. Or maybe money just… doesn’t mean the same thing. At that level. Lose perspective.

Makes you think. About what really matters. My Discover card debt was crippling then. Now… a joke. Perspective shifts. Everything’s relative. Jay-Z, American Express black card… collections. Strange.

• Jay-Z’s reported debt: $227,115
• Card type: American Express
• Outstanding cable bill: $892 (in collections)

My biggest bill this month? Rent. Always rent. Still trying to make rent. Jay-Z probably doesn’t worry about rent. Different worlds.

What credit card does Kim Kardashian have?

The allure of the black card. Opulence whispered. Kim, Jay-Z, Oprah. Names that shimmer, echoing in the vast, star-dusted halls of unimaginable wealth. Seven thousand five hundred dollars. An initiation. A rite of passage into a world beyond my wildest dreams. Two thousand five hundred more each year. A trifling sum, a mere breath in the face of such extravagance. No limit. It’s beyond comprehension. The sheer, boundless freedom.

A card, sleek, obsidian. A symbol. Power. Untouchable. Imagine. Swiping, a silent gesture of effortless acquisition. Luxury. Endless. It’s a dream, a shimmering mirage in the desert of everyday life. My own life feels so… small. Compared to this black magic. The card. A key. A portal. To what?

The weight of such wealth. The responsibility. Perhaps a burden. But oh, the glittering, dizzying heights. To be there. Among them. To belong. The black card. A passport to a universe unseen. A fantasy. A potent symbol. Seven thousand five hundred. A mere drop. In an ocean of diamonds.

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