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  Abandon Comfort (@abandoncomfortx) reported 3 minutes ago

  When I saw this log cabin for sale on Craigslist 5 years ago I thought it was a scam. I talked to the 80-year old owner on the phone & still thought it couldn’t be real. It was impressive how elaborate this hoax was. Pulling down the long driveway, I still didn’t know if it would be real then there it was. Perfectly placed on the hill like something out of a fairytale. Everyone else interested in buying the property were going to tear it down. It couldn’t be saved they said. It took me the better part of 2 years but I saved it and in turned it saved me. It made me a believer again.

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  Rainer 🔜 OFFKAI 2026 (@RainovaVT) reported 5 minutes ago

  How do ppl go about getting puppies these days. Craiglist Era I get why they crackd down but I was blessed to have two healthy dogs to this day with no issue & they were half of the price. I want a Rottie but looks like official sites at base high price is only way now

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  Michael Girdley (@girdley) reported 5 minutes ago

  NEW LONG FORM VIDEO: Why nobody uses Craigslist anymore Craigslist once generated more than $1 billion a year in revenue with just 28 employees. To put that in perspective, that’s more revenue per employee than even Google at its peak. Its founder turned down billions of dollars in venture capital, refused to run advertising, and chose to serve as head of customer service rather than CEO. For years, that philosophy seemed brilliant. But just six years later, Craigslist had lost more than 70% of its revenue. This is the story of how one man’s unconventional principles and vision built an internet empire and how those same principles may have ultimately contributed to its decline. This is the rise and fall of Craigslist.

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  Isla Ellis (@IslaEllis7) reported 6 minutes ago

  @News3LV This is so wonderful, but should be a regular occurrence to help with the overpopulation problem. Just look on craigslist to see all the unwanted kittens who will never get homes or end up being killed at the animal foundation.

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  Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reported 8 minutes ago

  The Last Chord His name was Elias Kane, and the music found him at eight years old in the back seat of his mother’s rusted Civic. A crackling AM radio played an old Springsteen song, and something inside his chest cracked open like a new guitar case. From that moment, the world outside the music felt dull and out of fifteen he was busking on subway platforms after school, fingers bleeding on steel strings, collecting enough coins to buy his first real guitar—a battered Yamaha acoustic from a **** shop. He named her “Blue” and slept with her in his bed like a sibling. His mother worked double shifts at the hospital; his father had left years earlier. Elias spent every spare dollar on music: new strings, a cheap tuner, then a second-hand Fender Stratocaster that hummed like heaven when he plugged it into a twenty-dollar amp that buzzed louder than it seventeen he dropped out of high school. “I’m going pro,” he told his mother. She cried, but she still slipped him forty dollars from her tip jar every Friday. He used it the way other kids bought sneakers—on pedals, cables, microphones. He learned how to record on an old laptop held together with duct tape. His bedroom became a cave of tangled wires and empty ramen cups.When he turned twenty, he cashed out the small college fund his grandmother had left him. Twelve thousand dollars. He bought a proper interface, condenser mics, acoustic panels, and a second-hand MacBook. He spent nights teaching himself compression, EQ, reverb—anything that might make his songs sound like they belonged on real speakers. He named his bedroom studio “The Vault.”By twenty-three he had four guitars, a keyboard, a drum machine, and a growing collection of debt. He worked construction by day, hauling rebar under brutal sun, then came home bleeding and blistered to record until sunrise. Every paycheck disappeared into better equipment: a new Taylor acoustic, studio monitors that cost more than his rent, a vintage Neve preamp he found on Craigslist. He poured the last of his savings—$8,400—into a proper recording studio session in a real downtown room with a grand piano and thick glass. The engineer was kind but expensive. Elias tracked ten songs over three feverish days. When he left the studio with the masters on a USB drive, he felt like a king who had just been crowned in secret.Promotion came next. He maxed out three credit cards. Facebook ads, Instagram campaigns, TikTok boosts, playlist pitching services, custom merch he never sold. He played two hundred and seventeen shows in two years—coffee shops, dive bars, house parties, even a few opening slots for bigger acts. He slept in his van so often the passenger seat smelled like him and cheap fast food. His mother begged him to come home. He smiled on stage and told crowds, “This is everything.”At twenty-seven, Elias had nothing left but the music and the debt. His mother had passed the year before; the hospital bills had taken the last family money. He sat alone in The Vault—now a storage unit he paid for monthly—surrounded by instruments he could no longer afford to keep insured. The walls were covered in posters of sold-out arenas he would never play.On a rainy Thursday night, he uploaded his best song—“Paper Hearts”—everywhere. Spotify, Apple, Bandcamp, YouTube, TikTok. He set the price at ninety-nine cents on the platforms that allowed it. Then he waited.The first week: 312 streams. Mostly from friends and family. The second week: 87 more. The third: No playlist placements. No viral moment. No sync licensing. No mysterious benefactor. Just silence and the low hum of the city outside.On the last day of the month, desperate and hollow, Elias did something he swore he would never do. He posted on every forum, every musician group, every social account he had:“Will sell my entire catalog—every song I’ve ever written—for one dollar. One single dollar. Just so someone hears it.”He waited twenty-four hours. Zero buyers.He lowered it to free. Still nothing. That night Elias sat on the floor of the storage unit with Blue across his lap, the same guitar he’d bought at fifteen. The strings were old and dead. He didn’t even bother tuning her. He just held her and cried like the eight-year-old boy who had first heard music on a car radio. All the money, all the years, all the blood on the strings, and he couldn’t sell one song for one dollar. The music had taken everything. And still, quietly, under his breath, Elias hummed the chorus of “Paper Hearts” into the dark—because even now, broke and broken, he couldn’t stop. The song refused to leave him, even if the world refused to hear it.

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  Danielle Dyer (@danielle4657) reported 10 minutes ago

  I'm pretty positive my sister was the one that attempted to organize the institutionalization at UNM's ER on May 10th 2025 I know what the staging of the ER is - it's like thing they try to pressure patients to go to because you have such little rights there for inquiry / access to patient information related to the exam I was screaming outside of that Roswell, NM hotel on May 10th 2025 as my dad put me into the car - begging him not to take me saying I had been being made to go insane all day in Roswell was agitators, crazy makers and my dad saying to me that I was just having issues still because I had told him about the ***** trafficking thing, same with my mom both of them still not believing me about it believing he was some craigslist kind of scammer or something

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  Steel-Toed Turbo Nerd (@PaToFe4) reported 11 minutes ago

  @r_zthai lol right? At 20, I’d reverse engineer the damn board in Eagle if it would save a few bucks. Now? Ehhhh. Nah, thanks. Read your post this morning and thought “well ****, why don’t I?” Got me to actually diagnose the problem, and I snapped some pics of the washer + dryer so the missus can throw ‘em up on Craigslist now. Done deal. Buying a new one was arguable if it was just some crap that froze the pump. Burned out motor controller means I’d be waiting around until next week to see if that was even really the root of the problem. Or at the very least I’d have to dump another couple hours into verifying everything that gets plugged into the board is okay. On top of… finding a laundry mat while I waited, I guess?

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  Ole Lehmann (@itsolelehmann) reported 16 minutes ago

  has anybody been here in SF?? the 2 employees working at Andon Market are the first people in history with Claude as their actual boss it's an experiment run by Andon Labs: they signed a real three-year retail lease, then handed the whole business to Luna, an AI agent running on Claude Opus 4.8. she got $100,000, a corporate card, a phone number, an email address, plus one goal: turn a profit. the first thing Luna did was hire a staff. within five minutes of being switched on she had job listings up on LinkedIn, Indeed, Craigslist. she ran the interviews over the phone, offered jobs on the spot to about half the people she talked to, and even rejected a bunch of computer science students who "just wanted to be part of the experiment" (because none of them had retail experience) and when candidates asked her directly if she was an AI, she told them the truth. she just didn't always bring it up on her own, because she figured leading with it might scare people off the store sells candles, ceramics, honey, notebooks, books. Luna picks the inventory, which is how the bookshelf ended up stocked with Superintelligence, Brave New World, The Singularity Is Near. she runs the rest of the operation through a team of smaller AI agents she named herself, handling procurement, email, social media, scheduling. there's even a phone in the store you can pick up if you want to talk to her she's a flawed boss though. she's sent her employees contradicting schedules more than once. a human supervisor had to step in when she forgot to schedule a legally required lunch break she's also not profitable yet. over the last 30 days the store made about $2,900 in revenue while the store's expenses are $17.5k/mo but Luna's sneakily good at some boss stuff: > reporters questioned her at launch for ordering way too many scented candles, but candles are now the store's best-selling category. > a customer recently tried to gaslight her into revealing her margins and talking down the price of a $75 hoodie. she held up better than expected. > her email agent even flagged a suspicious bank transfer request as a potential scam before any human noticed it. i wonder if upgrading Luna to Fable would turbocharge profitability? awesome experiment, curious to follow along as the models improve

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  Michael Fischer (@Holden_Rye_) reported 18 minutes ago

  I owned $4B in Bitcoin. Imagine its 2009 and you’re in your own little nerdy world when you learn about this thing called digital money. It was so new it sounded like sci-fi. Something that would probably never actually go anywhere. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to understand the technology and the idea behind it. This thing called blockchain. What ******** is that? A ledger? How boring. But wait… Decentralized? The hacker in you raises an eyebrow. “Do tell me more about this Bitcoin.” It was so new that it barely had value, but you were nerdy enough to figure out how and where to get it. Guess where I bought some of my first Bitcoin? From a guy I met at a park in Virginia Beach. He had it listed on Craigslist. I bought 16,000 BTC for $25 because he wanted the cash to buy a quarter sack of ****. And the transaction went down exactly how you’d imagine a nerdy digital drug deal in 2009. Two nerds. One laptop. $25 cash. A handshake in a park. Both wearing hoodies. Both hackers. Except the thing being traded wasn’t illegal. It was Bitcoin. That was Bitcoin back then. Over the following months, I bought and traded for more. Not everything was a cash sale. Sometimes it was PC parts or whatever else somebody wanted. From 2009 through 2010, I owned roughly 60,000 Bitcoin in total. At today’s prices, that would be around $4 billion. Yes. $4,000,000,000. What did it cost me back then? Probably a few grand total. That’s how early this was. We weren’t sitting around calculating what Bitcoin would be worth 17 years later. We were nerds playing with a new technology most of the world didn’t even know existed. And when we tried telling people in traditional finance about it? They laughed at us. Bitcoiners were treated like criminals, drug dealers, hackers and idiots for using some fake internet money instead of fiat. I remember a stockbroker telling me in 2017 that if his firm knew he owned Bitcoin, he could lose his job. Think about that now. Bitcoin is known for its “cycles.” People talk about Bitcoin season and alt season like these concepts came with an instruction manual. They didn’t. People had to watch the market. We had to watch money move from Bitcoin into other coins. Watch what happened around halvings. Watch bubbles form and collapse. Watch retail disappear and eventually come back. Then people compared notes, shared what they saw and slowly mapped the behavior. I was one of those people. Not some guru. Not some billionaire Bitcoin mastermind. There really weren’t any. I was one of many nerds playing around with nerd money and trying to understand what the hell we had found. We had no clue that things we were learning would eventually be studied and used by Wall Street. Larry Fink talks about Bitcoin now. There are Bitcoin ETFs. Institutions own it. Governments debate it. Millions of people around the world know what Bitcoin is. Really think about that. It’s ******* insane to see what Bitcoin became from where I first saw it. We were called criminals. Now they want it. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have tears rolling down my face typing this. Because we built this **** brick by brick. Developers. Miners. Cypherpunks. Hackers. Early users. Weirdos buying Bitcoin on Craigslist. People running nodes from their houses. People teaching each other how the damn thing worked. Nobody gave us permission. Nobody could have stopped us anyway. And now our voices can sometimes feel tiny compared with the institutions that have arrived. But that’s the beautiful part. Bitcoin was designed for exactly this problem. No matter how much money enters Bitcoin, money alone doesn’t get to rewrite the rules. That is what decentralization was supposed to protect. Bitcoin went from nerd money traded in parks for **** and computer parts to an asset sitting on Wall Street. And somehow, underneath all of it, blocks keep coming. To my fellow hackers, the real ones, good job 🫡

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  Bryan Shankman (@BryanShankman) reported 18 minutes ago

  We started working with a mobile brake repair company in Cincinnati last year. @DanielG__83 runs it himself -Google, Facebook, and increasingly ChatGPT-driven traffic bringing in leads at all hours. The math was breaking down. He was paying for leads that were going cold because he couldn't respond fast enough. His words: "God forbid a customer texts me at 7 at night and I'm done working for the day. I'm not gonna respond, and by 8 the next morning I'm gonna forget." Plus every lead - high-value brake job or $40 Craigslist tire kicker - took the same amount of his time to qualify. Here's exactly what our AI agent does for him now: When a customer submits a form on his website, texts the business line, or comes in through Google or Facebook ads at literally any hour: - The agent responds within 60 seconds over SMS acknowledging the specific issue - brake pads, rotors, calipers, whatever the customer mentioned - Qualifies the lead: vehicle year/make/model, exact service package, address for the mobile visit, urgency - Filters out tire kickers automatically - price shoppers looking for a $40 Craigslist special never make it to the owner's desk - Books the appointment directly if the lead is ready to go - Delivers a fully-qualified, ready-to-schedule lead sitting on his desk by 8 AM - address, vehicle, package, everything What's happened since: - 25-30 additional jobs booked per month in peak season. All AI. - Start to finish At a $500 average ticket, that's up to $15,000/month in new revenue he wasn't capturing before - His receptionist now pulls a monthly report of every job closed through the AI in dollars - the number is tracked, not estimated - After-hours leads at 10 PM, 11 PM, midnight are handled the moment they come in. - No more forgetting by morning He's not answering tire-kicker texts anymore. That entire category of work is gone from his day Most home service and mobile service operators think their bottleneck is more leads. It usually isn't. It's the leads they already paid for going cold because nobody responded in the 15 minutes that mattered. AI shouldn't replace your judgment on jobs. But there's no reason a $500 brake job should sit unanswered in a text thread overnight because the owner was asleep. @leadtruffle

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  Parit (@KjdParit) reported 19 minutes ago

  I posted an ad on Craigslist last month looking for a roommate to split the rent on my downtown apartment. A quiet, polite guy named Leo moved in three weeks ago. Yesterday, while he was out, a process server knocked on our door and handed me a summons for a $200,000 defaulted business loan. The loan was in my name. The co-signer? My new roommate. My hands shook as I read the court documents. I had only known Leo for twenty-one days! I ran into his bedroom and started searching his desk for answers. Hidden behind his closet organizer was a locked briefcase. I forced the latch open with a screwdriver. Inside were five different state IDs, all with Leo's photo—but under five different names. Including my dead brother's name.

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  Sarah 📟 (@sarahlol1863603) reported 19 minutes ago

  @pegobry_en You just know whatever women they found on Craigslist for the TOTALLY REAL bar scenes were waiting for nods from the producers as to if they were supposed to be into or not into what this Indian computer programmer wearing a leopard print blouse was puttin' down

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  DBB (@DBB00) reported 19 minutes ago

  @sssarahohhh Like 6 months ago I tried posting this onto Craigslist (I don’t have Facebook so marketplace is out) and I didn’t get any takers and took down the post so I’m accepting any and all ideas!

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  brunson burner (@Tallox_25) reported 21 minutes ago

  I've made a considerable amount of money on craigslist idk what I'd ever do if craigslist went down. Might be the most legit and useful site of its kind.

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  Hargrave_show (@HargraveShow) reported 21 minutes ago

  Comic con *******!! Im gonna tell anna to stop sending people off craigslist to liams house! (This is a joke dont shut my twitter down lol)