@randinicole_: Plato’s Closet is literally a joke atp. This why I just don’t even try because what do yall be looking for!?! #platoscloset #thrifting

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Ashley Smalls :

Uptown cheapskate is my store now. Or clothes mentor!! In the Arboretum. I found a ton of cute sandals.

2026-05-20 02:28:03

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T. :

Depop is the new Plato’s!

2026-05-16 18:31:51

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amanijeniece :

Happens every time! Once Upon A Child does it too. I just take it to Goodwill to stop wasting my time 😭

2026-05-21 18:57:57

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Nanć 🩺 :

they wanted to give me $8 for a pair of brand new fashion nova heels… ridiculous!

2026-06-17 01:32:09

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Ashley ✨ :

I stopped fooling with them in college for this exact reason.

2026-05-16 17:31:05

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Sapphire :

I’m going to do a video becuase they did not look through my clothes.. I fold them nicely in a basket and bag. The clothes in the basket half was still neatly placed like how I left it 😂 the bag only the first few too was touched

2026-08-16 03:22:52

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Teeology :

I stop going to them. They always lowball you. I just take the stuff to goodwill

2026-05-16 16:50:23

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Rich Auntie Keeeee :

Literally a joke! Same thing happen to me smfh

2026-05-17 19:19:44

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kissfrmkay :

they tried to give me $18 for shoes that i bought for $200, they only on stockx & goat😭they dgaf.

2026-06-20 13:46:54

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jlynia 💕 | Travel & Lifestyle :

I hate it so much because what do y’all want!? I wanna try Thread Up and see if they’re better but if not to goodwill they’ll go 😭

2026-05-21 22:51:36

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Tempestt :

I wish I had seen your post before going today. I took two large, heavy duty trash bags worth of clothes. Majority of the clothes had tags on them never before worn and they told me that my clothes basically didn’t fit the aesthetic on top of the store being “full“.

2026-05-31 21:05:22

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CiCi_Ellison :

I agree

2026-07-26 21:58:59

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T’MANI WOODLAND :

No genuinely playing with my respect 😂

2026-06-12 14:31:11

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Sapphire :

I feel like they want to keep them for themselves

2026-08-08 15:51:54

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DeAndra 🦂 :

I swear they want clothes from Charlotte Russe circa 2012. I’m going to start donating to women’s shelters instead

2026-05-16 20:41:48

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lifewithnicoleeee :

They want BS from somebody that used to work there I would pick out cute stuff manager would go through after me and put damn near everything back

2026-05-16 16:33:30

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Breezeeee 🐝 :

And the stuff they actually sell looks so ran through & price be ridiculous. I donate my stuff to local churches now and the feeling of giving back does more for me then getting actual money (huge growth for me lol). Plato’s is a scam.

2026-05-22 17:55:02

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Leslie :

They told me that they accept stuff by the season (in addition to whatever the other ridiculous criteria might be). So if they’re lookin for summer clothes and you bring in sweaters, it’s a no go. Very dumb.

2026-05-16 23:03:14

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Fashion and thrifting 🎀 :

I hope you kept all your items so they couldn’t make money off of you than they gave you. That’s their scam. I stopped going there when someone told me they caught scabies from a Plato’s Closet. 😬

2026-05-16 18:37:28

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embracing.beadabl :

Thanks for all the reviews, this is what helped me make a decision not to take my things to Plato’s Closet🏃🏿‍♀️🏃🏿‍♀️

2026-07-10 13:43:21

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Teneka Harmon-Ervin :

They been fell off for me. They want the white ppl items. This one lady told me the brands they accept.

2026-05-16 16:34:06

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C.Dizzle✨ :

After doing my TikTok research, apparently @Plato’s Closet doesn’t take clothes form black people or they low ball is on the items we bring in. Yeah…. I will not be shopping there.

2026-06-17 04:17:55

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