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Are you an insatiable luxury shopper who would spend the entire day at Barneys, if you weren't already spending the entire day at The Spa at Four Seasons? Do you buy Louboutins like the rest of the city buys lunch? And do the sales associates at Neiman's not only know your full name and size, but also the address of your home, work, and Tahoe ski house? If so, we want to talk.
We're currently collecting stories about improbable shopping sprees, ridiculously expensive beauty treatments, and other retail indulgences. We're also looking for big spenders who'd like to write weeklong shopping diaries. Interested in that, or anything else mentioned above? Send an email to sf@racked.com. Anonymity guaranteed.