He was always evasive about exactly what he did for a living, opting to leave things to the imagination. Falcone didn’t work a job but always appeared loaded with plenty of cash.

An avid sports bettor, I was interested in his insights into games. Over the course of several months, Falcone and I became even closer as friends. Falcone was a natural charmer and his personal credibility was boosted immensely by hanging out with Betsy and her wealthy circle of friends. After all, no one freely gives his money away to someone they didn’t trust and like. He had quite a story, about what one would expect from someone with the last name “Falcone.” One remarkable thing about con artists is - they’re instantly likable. I learned Falcone was originally from New York City. And for several months she always showed up in the same circles where I hung out - casinos, cardrooms, parties, fancy restaurants in both Las Vegas and Los Angeles - with a somewhat younger man introduced to everyone as Peter Falcone. Nice, sincere, always fun to be around - she was a welcome addition to any social gathering. Given her well-known connections to the phone sex business, Betsy Superfon was often jokingly called “Superphone.” In fact, she even knew Ruth Parasol, the woman who made her initial millions the same way (phone sex) and who later created (who became one of the world’s richest women). She had made tens of millions of dollars as the purported queen of “1-900” phone sex lines back during the 1990s. Betsy lived in a multi-million dollar mansion in the Malibu hills, which is one of the richest areas of the country. At the time, Falcone was dating an eccentric older woman named Betsy Superfon (yes - that’s really her name). I initially met him and his wealthy girlfriend through some very trusted friends. Falcone announced he wanted to “talk business.”īefore getting into the details of that conversation, allow me to provide some background about Falcone and our friendship. Just days before the 2006 World Series of Poker was to begin, a six-week marathon I’d be working from start to finish, often 12 to 16 hours a day with no breaks, I was approached by my “friend” Peter Falcone. In the summer of 2006, I became the fresh catch. And just when it seems you’re nibbling on a sure thing, the con man suddenly snaps this line and fishhooks a fresh catch. Greed is tasty bait at the end of a very sharp hook. It’s said you can’t cheat an honest man, which I suppose is partially true. I suspect this slime might be planning his next con out there somewhere - and his next victim could be you. And it’s a name you should commit to memory. How Peter Falcone Conned Me Out of $37,000 (Part 1)

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