Ah, splendid. You’ve found your way to the Zillionaire Bazaar, the only corner of the internet where the prices are high, the taste is questionable, and owned by someone who considers billionaires the middle class.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am your gracious host, curator of extravagance, and the man responsible for keeping the global gold market suspiciously unstable. I welcome you warmly, though not too warmly, as I shouldn’t be seen getting too familiar with the common folk. One must maintain standards, after all.
Here at the Zillionaire Bazaar, we celebrate everything from sensibly pricey indulgences to items so extravagant they genuinely upset accountants. Whether it’s a luxury you might just stretch for or a monument to financial madness, if it embodies the spirit of excess, it belongs here.
And, should you find yourself inspired to spend, fret not. I consider it my civic duty to guide the financially curious through the labyrinth of opulence. If you cannot afford it, that’s fine, simply look upon it as a cultural exhibit of what happens when money and common sense part ways.
This site is satire, commentary, and celebration all at once. A public service announcement that rich people are, quite often, completely ridiculous. Now do come in to marvel and laugh.
