[–] 1 point 1 month ago

Ah. My mistake. Not so much the Philippines, but India and Mexico have cultural stigmas that you can exploit if you ever have a day where you wish to be particularly upsetting to a phone scammer. It's obviously not all, but enough that it's worth rolling the dice.

We're probably not, sorry for that

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  • [–] 3 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) (2 children)

    Oh, you don't know. Those aren't Americans, it's call centers being operated in Philippines, India, and Latin America. It's cheaper to hire them offshore and they don't have to conversationalists, they just have to send messages on a script.

    If you ever get added to one of their directories that does calling, they'll have a soundboard of recorded woman introduce herself and shill for whatever candidate. You can ask them to speak to a human and they have a recorded response about being a human with "voice assisted tools".

    It's a whole industry. When they're not hired by Americans for canvassing they're doing call scams on your grandparents with the same kind of tools. I hate them very deeply so they get my tasteful selection of gay porn and gore.

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  • [–] 14 points 1 month ago*

    They pretty much hone in on people who reply. That shows an operating phone number and the get paid per interaction so they don't care if it's effective.

    That said, I did get a couple months peace one time by sending gore from r/medizzy

    They also don't use an infinite number of spoofed numbers, they try to limit the area code to one they believe is close to you. If you block and block and block eventually after a month they'll start to thin out.

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