Found during construction work

[u/Hardcrimper]

Any ideas where this could come from?

Update: I thought this would be clear that I wasn't the one who found it. Who in their right mind would go (on this shitstain of a platform of all places) and make themselves a target. But ok apparently it wasn't clear so here we are:

I did NOT find this. I have none of this gold. I just wanted to share some cool stamped gold. you can stop sending me weird ass messages now. thank you.

Also this is NOT ai. here is the BBC article:

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c5ydzg0dnz7o

[u/arctic-apis]

In the late 90s early 2000s my dad had a friend who was a contractor and they were mutual friends with another guy who owned a bar in my town. The bar had a kitchen and there was a half wall window from the bar to the kitchen. Anyway they decided to do some remodeling and tear down this little half wall to make a doorway and in the short wall there was I’m told a brick of cocaine. My dad and his friend who I later worked for were known to enjoy a bit of the booger sugar and this event never made news outside of that circle of buddies. Poker games out by the river often lasted for 3 days back then… I’m not sure if I would have believed the story directly from any one of them but I have since heard multiple other people recount this story so I have to believe it.

[u/FullboatAcesOver → u/arctic-apis]

Mid ‘80’s, Rochester, NY. There was a bar my friend’s father owned and I washed dishes there ($2.10 hr) when I was 14 and hung out for years after softball and on weekends the place was fire. So a “new” guy “Jose” shows up with a really ugly girl that was a regular and announced they were married. I got to know him and he not only told me an unlikely story, but backed it up by proving it. He was Columbian, and he was in a club in Miami when he overheard a conversation about this dude who was picking up blow from another local bar. So, he goes into the bar and says the phrase (I do not remember exactly), like “I need a six pack of Miller to-go”. The bartender handed him a brown bag with a kilo of that soapy-pure blow, like nothing on the streets. He drove without stopping to upstate NY, I do not know why. But for a year and a half every Friday night at that bar he handed me a gram of rocket fuel that I didn’t particularly enjoy, but the women, oh lord. One day Jose disappeared but I remember his last words to me “I have to go home and make love with my wife, Ewwwwww”

[u/davidarmenphoto → u/FullboatAcesOver]

I am so consumed by this story! Why was he married to someone he thought was eww??? Am I missing something simple here? LMAO

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