CWB CHICAGO — A woman who worked as a “psychic” at three Lakeview storefronts has pleaded guilty to defrauding a customer by promising to remove a curse from the victim for $72,000.
Jennifer Williams, 51, entered her plea on a charge of theft by deception and received a two-year probation sentence from Judge Shelley Sutker-Dermer.
Prosecutors said Williams, working as an “alleged psychic fortune teller,” tricked a 21-year-old Edgewater woman into believing that she was under a curse. Williams convinced the woman to remove the curse by giving Williams large sums of cash that Williams was supposed to “cleanse and return to the victim,” according to court filings.
The woman gave Williams a total of $72,200 for “cleansing,” but Williams never gave it back, according to initial allegations.
Nygaard said Williams claimed she had the supernatural power to remove a “curse” that plagued the victim and her family members. Over time, Williams convinced the woman to transfer tens of thousands of dollars to an associate via Zelle and Venmo. Nygaard explained that Williams was supposed to remove the curse from the money and return it to the victim, but the victim only received $300 back.
First off I just feel like I have to say this as the resident MILF guy on CarlsBlogs.com…
I probably would not bang this psychic lady if given the chance. I know a lot of you are probably surprised to hear that but I’m being dead serious. I’m a soft no here.
I’m also a soft no on giving her tens of thousands of dollars for a curse cleaning. Call me old fashioned but I keep a limit on my Zelle transactions for this exact reason. Nothing worse than waking up one morning and finding out that $72,000 you spent on witchcraft is never coming home.
Which reminds me. I got a buddy who got robbed for like $15,000 one night in River North. This was about 10 years ago, we were at Public House. Then the basement of Social 25 where a friend met a couple of voluptuous African American ladies. They looked like a coupe offensive linemen from Lane Tech but smelled nice. My buddy ended up going home with them together even getting a handjob in the taxi ride back. But that’s all he remembers because apparently they drugged his ass pretty good at Social 25. Fast forward, he wakes up at like noon the next day with his pants around his ankles, his wallet gone a lot of text messages about the big ladies he left with. Turns out he just got a company credit card from the large Fortune 500 bank he worked for, and they went on a shopping spree that morning. He had to call his boss and explain that he was drugged and robbed, but he didn’t say it was in pursuit of a threesome with a couple dirty hookers.
Anyways that became a funny story pretty quickly, and it reminds me of this old psychic lady stealing money from the 21 year old girl.
Like yeah it’s not good to steal a lot of money just like it’s not good to roofie my buddy and then use his credit card for $15,000 worth of Burberry purses. Neither of those things are deemed acceptable by society. But same time you shouldn’t just give an old psychic lady $72,000 just like my buddy shouldn’t be trying to double team the Pouncey twins after a long day of drinking.
Does that make sense?
In other news – I took an extended break from Twitter for the month of January and into February. It was nice for a number of reasons – mostly that my screen time was getting dominated without much in return. So I shut it down for a little bit and worked on CarlsBlogs.com.
I’m only telling you this because I have gotten back on twitter recently to source content for the blog and holy shit did I forget how violent Chicago is. The amount of arrests and armed robberies and shootings is actually staggering. And it’s even more alarming how normalized it became in my algorithm that I didn’t really notice. Like when you eat healthy for awhile and then go to McDonalds for the first time, you get overwhelmed with the salt on the fries. That’s exactly how it felt scrolling the feed and seeing the amount of reported violence.
Needless to say it’s nice to be in a situation where I’m not diminishing a carjacking/murder because “it’s like 2 miles away.” Granted I don’t have walking access to authentic Mexican or a local psychic willing to rob me at the street corner. But these are the tradeoffs you make in life. This is the price I pay for wholesome American values.
So be it.
I like not getting robbed.