The Boobpedia Scam Files · Vol. I
An ongoing, lovingly-curated museum of the scammers who tried to fleece you — and the wigs, stolen selfies and "transcash only" demands that gave them away.
Every day, fraudsters try to sneak fake profiles past our verification. Most fail spectacularly. We keep the receipts. This is the hall of shame — updated whenever someone tries something gloriously stupid.
The scams change names; the playbook never does. If you spot any of these, close the chat.
They'll only take a prepaid voucher code — Transcash, PCS, Paysafecard, Steam or gift cards. The moment you send the code, the money is spent — by them, instantly, untraceably. No real escort has ever asked for a tobacconist receipt.
A "deposit", "taxi fare", "hotel verification" or "recharge" before the date. It's an advance-fee scam. The date never happens — that was never the plan.
Narrator: they were not. They were lifted from an Instagram model in another country — or generated by AI. The more a profile insists, the more it's lying.
"I receive and I move." "Without taboo." A tidy price list and a kiss emoji. If the same bio appears word-for-word across a dozen profiles, it's a copy-paste fraud factory.
To go live on Boobpedia, every creator takes a live selfie that our AI matches, in real time, against the photos on their profile. This contestant's profile photos were of a woman. Our contestant was, with the greatest respect, not.
Undeterred, he sourced a wig, found his light, and gave the camera his most convincing "yeah, this is definitely me" stare. The face-match score came back so low it briefly considered early retirement. Verification: denied. Wig: returned, presumably.
The tell: a live face-match selfie. Stolen photos and AI fakes don't have a person who can sit in front of a camera on demand. You cannot wig your way past geometry.
"Emily" needed a live selfie to go live. "Emily" did not have one — on account of being a gentleman with locs and a moustache (Exhibit A). No matter. "Emily" found a tablet, cued up the stolen photo of the actual woman whose pictures "she'd" borrowed, and held it up to the webcam like a proud parent at the school play (Exhibit B).
Our silent capture filmed the entire production: the real face, the reach for the tablet, the careful framing, and the triumphant presentation of a glowing rectangle to a camera built specifically to detect glowing rectangles. The reviewer's verdict, preserved for the ages: "please submit a clear live selfie, this is a pic of a phone."
The tell: a live face-match selfie + screen-recapture detection. A photo of a screen carries the glare, moiré and bezel of… a photo of a screen — and the person in the chair never matches the face being held up in front of it.
We messaged a profile demanding payment "in transcash". Here's the full exchange — read it once and you'll spot the dance everywhere.
Hi, I found your profile on boobpedia.com — are you available?
Hello 👋 I am available right now to satisfy your desires without taboo, but also with mutual respect and sweetness. My photos are 100% real. I receive and I move.
I am only paying against a transcash recharge that you can have in a tobacconist, gas station or online. I love foreplay and I hope that's the case with you.
Price: 1h 150€, 2h30 250€, 3h 350€, Night 500€
NB: The refill will be delivered only hand to hand at the appointment, not before.
How much time do you want to spend with me? Where are you? Kisses 😘
Ah, transcash. Nevermind.
🚩 The tell: Transcash. It's a prepaid cash voucher you buy at a tobacconist or petrol station. The "creator" asks you to buy one and send the code as a "recharge" or "deposit" before you meet. The instant you send that code, your money is gone — spent by them, untraceably. There is no date. There is no her. There is only a code.
Note the craft: "100% real photos", "I receive and I move", a neat price list, and the masterstroke — "the refill will be delivered only hand to hand at the appointment." A refill that, much like the appointment, does not exist.