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Craigslist Issues Reports

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  Vijay Peduru (@VijayPeduru) reported 45 seconds ago

  Most people wait for a genius business idea before they start. So they wait forever. In 1995, Craig Newmark was 42 and new to San Francisco. He'd just been laid off. People online had helped him figure out the city. Where to go. What was worth seeing. He wanted to give a little back. So he built the smallest thing he could. An email of cool arts and tech events that week. He sent it to 12 friends. That was it. Stuff he already loved, sent to people who already trusted him. His friends forwarded it. More people asked to be added. The list broke his email software at 240 people. Then someone asked, "can you post a job?" Then, "can you post an apartment?" He kept saying yes. Today Craigslist gets 50 million visitors a month. Forbes values Craigslist at $3 billion. He runs it with about 40 people. You already know a thing you wish existed. A tool. A guide. A simple answer nobody has written down. And you already know a handful of people who'd trust you to make it. Build what you wish already existed. Then hand it to the customers who already trust you.

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  ᯓʟᴇᴠɪ★ (@animal2you) reported 1 minute ago

  is there a diy alternative for this problem? can i order a surgeon from craigslist? can i order the scalpel from the grey web?

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  Hope (@hopeXmeta) reported 2 minutes ago

  @EscambiaFLMan When I was in Florida, I had to escape in abusive relationship. Because of the 2019 DV scandal in Florida, there were no beds available or relocation funds. I had to find a place to stay on craigslist because I was stuck in complete Lawfare. I ended up in Hillsborough, staying with the daughter of an attorney and her boyfriend. I rented a bedroom. The other roommate rented the couch. The woman who was renting the apartment out was also doing OF with her boyfriend and getting food stamps and other benefits from the state. The boyfriend stole my car and drove under a red light camera. I was tracked down by an attorney and I had to pay $400 even though I wasn’t the one driving the car during the time in question. The crazy bipolar person renting out the apartment had plans to sell my dog and cat. She was also going to sell the girl renting the couch for $1200 and keep the money, considering it her rent. When they realized that we were not going to just allow ourselves to be abused in such a way, she started taking lightbulbs out of the lights and keeping the bathroom door locked so we could not use the restroom. I was forced to leave and take her with me. By then I had a UTI. And the only place to go was back to my ex-boyfriend‘s who abused me severely. I thought maybe if we went together things might be OK. They weren’t. My ex did what he always did and lied about me hitting him. He told my friend that if she ever told the truth about what happened that night he would find her. It’s a legitimate threat because he’s a realtor. He forced her to do things in return for having a roof over her head. I tried to save her. But I only brought her to another devil. I don’t know how I can ever forgive myself. All I can do is continue talking about the failure of the system where the police believed that they gave us a packet of information with a solution that will keep us safe. The packet was a false promise. I hope you run for office. We need honest people in the government. We need people who care about humanity. We need people who tell the truth. You are brave and I truly hope good things come your way.

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  ًًً (@thatprettydick) reported 2 minutes ago

  i think body count matters when it comes to your environment. i know some men have hooked up with at least 100+ ****** off jackd, craigslist, grindr… he’s messed with majority of the city lmao that’s a problem. nobody wants you and that used up hole beyond just *******.

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  KDB 👁️ controversial woman appreciator (@httpswebpage) reported 4 minutes ago

  lease isn't up for six months but I'm still scrolling craigslist ads to get my heart broken

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  🇺🇸🇻🇦🏴‍☠️🥖✒️ (@dailyprandium) reported 5 minutes ago

  Decentralized media is a boom for factions, special interest, partisan extremism, and constructing reality to divide and conquer US Old media had 30 years to fix their houses but they never got over the Craigslist disruption to their sacred classifieds payola

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  BobbyBouquet (@PrioritiezPacks) reported 7 minutes ago

  @Cant_Be_Rated Black uncs shut down tumblr with "pretty yung thang" candid pics of over developed teens every ******* where while simultaneously shutting down craigslist personals with blatant, low effort, underage pimping. Even your babies' birthday parties have twerkers and strippers.

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  Honestly Logical (@CarvelliTi76822) reported 12 minutes ago

  @ronsterd89 Big tree and big chain. Hook chain to bumper and tree and back up to pull the bumper out and make it good again. Same with other metal. This might work unless the coolers are junk then find a doner truck on craigslist located in the boondocks or parts at a boneyard. Cheap fix.

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  BoVodio Toad (@BovodioToad) reported 12 minutes ago

  @LuckyMcGee lol. I'm just thinking, if you plan to stick it down with silicone, you really need another set of hands. Look on FB marketplace or Craigslist for a handy man and hire them for an hour or two. Maybe reach out to thumbtack if you don't trust the locals.

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  Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reported 16 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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  Bob Erickson (@BobE3042) reported 18 minutes ago

  @_ClimateCraze In Florida, it is possible to find very cheap—and even free—solar panels. When existing systems are removed or upgraded, word spreads quickly and the used panels are snapped up fast. Professional installers and businesses can earn extra money by alerting friends and business associates where the discarded panels are located awaiting disposal. The removed panels are the property of the land owner. It’s cheaper to just let the public take them than to pay to have them hauled away. For example, last year the Orange County Convention Center gave 6,000 panels away. Used commercial panels are often listed on Craigslist and Facebook Marketplace. I have several in my yard that powers my refrigerator, microwave, USB devices and lights. When a tropical storm or hurricane hits I'm ready for when the grid to go down.

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  Ducky (@insultduck) reported 22 minutes ago

  This is absolutely correct. In fact, it's a good lesson for when you start dating someone new. Don't go looking in his or her web browser history or anything like that. Just open his or her computer, pull up any site with ads (like yahoo, or reddit, or facebook, or youtube... even Amazon... anything really) and pay attention to the ads that are displaying. They're being suggested because he or she has searched for, or interacted with content, about those topics in the past. Wanna know if your new boyfriend is a crossdresser? Pull up Amazon and see if he's being suggested ******* and butt plugs. Lol. Personally, I love all the famous dudes who get caught with tranny porn on their phones, and instead of simply admitting that they think a man who is pretending to be a ***************** is hot, they start babbling about how the stuff just magically pops up on their phones. This happened to Alex Jones years ago. He showed a screenshot of his phone on one of his shows and he had tabs open to hardcore tranny **** scenes. Then, he ridiculously tried to deny it. Lol. I had started dating a new girl many years ago and was using her laptop while staying at her place one night. I kept seeing various ads for discreet encounters, Ashley Madison, stuff like that. Did some digging and uncovered her long history of giving anonymous blow jobs to dudes on craigslist for free back when they still had personal ads. Ended that one pretty quick. There's a huge difference between a girl with a high body count, and one allowing herself to be throated by any random dude who wants to do so. Nothing wrong with doing some investigating when you start dating a new guy or gal. You shouldn't expect your crush to be perfect. But, you don't want him or her to be a totally broken individual either.

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  Isla Ellis (@IslaEllis7) reported 25 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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  Edward Sibley (@edwardsibl91034) reported 25 minutes ago

  @Bl00DBaptism Well done. The Holy Spirit lets us see our ways are retarded and end up causing pain and suffering to ourselves and the ones we love. I'm trying to live insanely frugal while my mom tries to hoard all the materialistic things she can. She doesn't realize at 70 she doesn't have much time left. Or maybe she does realize it and is doubling down on sin. Have been selling all the stuff I don't need on craigslist and tossing out the stuff that isn't worth anything. Whatever is on your mind will be your god at worst, or at best interferes with obedience to God. Obedience to God = peace while disobedience = dread. I prefer peace.

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  Spaceballs The X Account (@Grunt2A) reported 25 minutes ago

  @shenan_igan Not yet. I'm going to research it more. It could be the motor drive bands. They apparently go bad and cause the drive to not know the laser's position which throws errors. The laser has an adjuster screw too as a last resort, because if you adjust it wrong it kills it in the unrecoverable way And then I'd check Craigslist. I've really like to fix it so I don't have to mess with transferring my saved game files and account info to a new system Keep in mind my son has an XBOX Series X that this game will play perfectly fine on. But that is besides the point! My Nintendo Entertainment System that I bought with my own money that I saved in coins in 1990 still works. My stupid XBOX needs to!