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Craigslist Issues Reports

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  C (@0xce42) reported 2 minutes ago

  @Mossyfoxx Either fix it or sell yours on craigslist and buy a new one.

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  𝕮 (@XCzsnx) reported 6 minutes ago

  The house came with a basement I didn't know about. Realtor never mentioned it, inspector never went down there, and the floor plans showed nothing. I found the door three months after moving in, hidden behind built-in shelving in the kitchen that I'd finally decided to remove. Just a normal wooden door. Unlocked. Stairs leading down into darkness. I grabbed a flashlight and went down. The basement was finished.....drywall, carpet, drop ceiling. Completely normal except for one thing. It was full of my stuff. Not similar stuff. My actual belongings. The couch I'd donated last year. My ex-girlfriend's bookshelf that she'd taken when she moved out. A TV I'd sold on Craigslist three years ago. Even weirder: things I'd lost. My high school class ring. A jacket that vanished from a bar in 2019. My dad's watch that I could've sworn I'd misplaced after his funeral. Everything was arranged like a showroom. Organized by year, it looked like. Oldest stuff near the far wall, recent stuff closer to the stairs. I grabbed the class ring, brought it upstairs. It was real. Solid gold, my initials engraved inside. That night I went back down with my phone, started taking pictures. Posted them online asking if anyone had experienced anything similar. One person responded: "Check the far corner. Behind the oldest items." I went back down. Moved the couch from 2015, the mini-fridge from college. There was another door. Newer than the first, steel reinforced. A sign on it: "KEEP OUT - FUTURE STORAGE" It was locked, but the key was hanging on a hook right next to it. Like someone wanted me to find it. I opened it. The room beyond was filled with things I don't own yet. Furniture I've never seen. Photos of people I don't recognize.....but I'm in them, older, graying at the temples. A wedding album with my name and a woman I've never met. And in the very back, a small box labeled "2043." Inside: an urn with my name on it. I'm thirty-two years old. The urn is dated eighteen years from now. There's an envelope taped to it. I haven't opened it yet. But I can see my own handwriting through the paper: "You can still change this. The door only shows probability, not certainty. But you're running out of time."

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  kyrox (@kyroxxxq) reported 7 minutes ago

  THIS GUY BOUGHT A USED MAC PRO FOR $800 AND TURNED IT INTO A $12,000 AI SUPERCOMPUTER. He spent three weeks completely upgrading the machine off Craigslist. He threw in 192GB RAM, 8TB NVMe storage, an Afterburner card, and an eGPU enclosure. Total cost for all upgrades: $1,270. Total build cost: $2,070. An equivalent workstation ordered directly from Apple costs over $12,000. The performance jump was immediate. Video export times dropped from 18 minutes down to just 4 minutes. It now runs three massive local LLMs simultaneously without breaking a sweat. With 192GB of memory, models that usually require enterprise cloud servers now run completely locally. He is saving $400 to $600 every single month on API bills alone. The entire machine fully paid for itself in under four months. Apple sells you the brand—the used market sells you the raw hardware.

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  FOXX in Miami Beach! (@msjennifoxx) reported 9 minutes ago

  @NikkiKnoxxo @MsAnastasiaRose @WeAreTryst SESTAFOSTA is what happened with Eros and ******** and Craigslist personals. Once Eros evacuated from their US office the support became abysmal. And then they got rid of the categories like ****. Tryst blew up rapidly when Eros ditched the categories & they just couldn’t handle the volume especially with all of the online only profiles and bots inundating the site. I was extremely fortunate that the one issue I had with tryst I was able to resolve quickly but it had me terrified when my profile went offline there because I have been deplatformed by so many places it was the only site I had left. I’ve heard if you reach out on here you get quicker support but can’t confirm that personally

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  iBuyBibles (@iBuyBibles) reported 10 minutes ago

  @PlayStationUK Yall still gonna line up and buy PS6 from scalpers off Craigslist after you calm down. Sony knows it'll get hate for a week and settle off. You'll forget all about this.

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  Skeyromie 🐦 (@Skeyromie) reported 12 minutes ago

  Am I the Ahole for refusing to pay my parents rent, moving out, and going completely ghost on them? ​Used a different account to post because some of my extended family members follow my main, and frankly, I don’t need the extra drama right now. ​I 22 male recently graduated from college and managed to land a decent, entry-level job in my field. Because the housing market is an absolute nightmare, my parents offered to let me move back into my childhood bedroom "to help me save up for a down payment or a place of my own." I was incredibly grateful. I figured I'd be able to stack some serious cash, pay off some student loans, and be out of their hair in a year. ​Well, the "honeymoon phase" lasted exactly two weeks. ​On the third week, my dad sat me down at the kitchen table with a literal spreadsheet. He informed me that since I was now a working adult, I needed to "contribute to the household." He demanded $800 a month in rent, plus a 1/3 share of the utilities and groceries. ​To put this in perspective: $800 plus utilities is essentially what it costs to split a decent 2-bedroom apartment with a roommate in my city. When I pointed out that I was living in a tiny bedroom with a twin bed, sharing a bathroom with my teenage sibling, and living under their strict house rules (curfews, chores, asking permission to have friends over), my mom chimed in. She said if I lived anywhere else, I’d be paying market rate anyway, so I might as well "keep the money in the family." ​I tried to compromise. I offered $300 a month plus doing my own grocery shopping and taking over yard duty. They refused, claiming I was being entitled and disrespectful. My dad literally said, "Our roof, our rules, our rates." ​So, I played nice for a month while I secretly scoured Craigslist and Facebook Marketplace. I found a great apartment with two roommates from college. The rent is actually less than what my parents were demanding, and I don't have a 11:00 PM curfew.

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  JezebellePNW (@JezebellePNW) reported 14 minutes ago

  Congress isn’t broken—it’s straight-up for sale on Craigslist with “senior discount” pricing. Time for a full forensic audit on every member in Congress. Left, right, or fossil—doesn’t matter. You’ve been squatting in DC for 20+ years, blocking voter ID and common sense while Big Pharma, defense bros, and tech overlords wire you suitcases of cash? We need to know exactly who’s buying these dinosaurs before they auction off the Republic for lobbyist cookies and a golden parachute. Spill the donor receipts, Congress “principles” are expired.

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  John Mac (@JohnMcCart87216) reported 16 minutes ago

  @AllHailTzeentch @StefanMolyneux My car was broken into, my wallet and music gear was stolen, and listed on craigslist and the seller included his address (across the street from me), and I had two gas station videos of him using my credit card --- the cops said THEY WILL NOT FOLLOW UP.

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  Michael (@Holden_Rye_) reported 19 minutes ago

  @GaryCardone The patterns. I have been in bitcoin since 2009. We would use craigslist to trade. We mapped the cycles We have known for a long time that the $16k–$18k BTC zone is a major protected structure layer. When BTC dominance bleeds back toward the 40% area and the market breaks down, that lower BTC layer becomes the level everyone watches. That is where bags get filled. So when Saylor sold BTC around that zone and people called it tax-loss harvesting, fine. Maybe it was. But that also means he understood exactly where he was selling. That was not a random level. That was the deep structure layer. So the question is fair: Was it only tax-loss harvesting? Or did he, and possibly others, understand the protected layer better than retail realized? Because if someone knows where the deepest liquidity sits, knows where retail gets liquidated, and has enough influence to move sentiment, then every “strategy” becomes a signal. Then a year later, we see another unusual BTC dominance cycle while ETFs are being approved. That does not feel like normal old-cycle behavior. Maybe I am wrong. But if you knew ETFs were coming, and you wanted clients, friends, institutions, and treasury players positioned near the deepest BTC layer before the Wall Street wrapper arrived, that would be a very convenient time for it. Then Bitcoin gets wrapped into the stock market through ETFs, treasury companies, preferred shares, leverage, and institutional products. At that point, Bitcoin can still be decentralized at the protocol layer while the market layer becomes controlled farming infrastructure. Bitcoin is the asset. Retail is the crop. Wall Street is trying to become the farmer.

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  Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reported 21 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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  Reboticon (@Reboticant) reported 21 minutes ago

  @FrenlyOfficer @revenant_MMXX Also if you have a useful ability in just about anything you can just post on craigslist or marketplace that you are looking to trade work for work. I will happily fix a guys car if he uses his 52" standing mower to knock out my yard so i dont gotta push

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  Sega Does Gaming (@SegaDoesGaming) reported 23 minutes ago

  @KicksKrave @xBitcoin_Teej Then you just lost the right to whine. This is the real difference between your generation and mine: I was willing to buy a car off of Craigslist or even accept a hand me down from family members because I needed to get from point A to point B only.

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  SUMO Momentum, MBA, Six Sigma (@SUMOmomentums) reported 27 minutes ago

  Dear $META. Stop selling rebuilt cars on marketplace. The platform is allowing this. It’s an easy fix but you won’t care. Shits Craigslist 2026 Facebook Remember Don’t tase me bro? Now it’s- Don’t rob me bro.

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  ᴬᵍᵉᵒᶠᵈᵒᵍᵉ (@evilduck92) reported 31 minutes ago

  @Lexcalibur001 @Vyyyper @grok PC doesn't count as a current platform? I don't buy AAA games on launch, but I don't think that should be taken as an across the board statement that I don't play anything new. Some of my favorites are: Factorio <-Arguably not a game, but still the best game. Civilization V All the Creeper World games. Cyberpunk 2077 All the Serious Sam games Age of Empires II Age of Mythology Rise of Nations Deus Ex Fallout 3 / Vegas Saints Row 3 Ion Fury Portal Bioshock I'll give you a lot of those are older, but let's face it the new Civ games are crap. The RTS genera hasn't advanced since AoE2 IMO. I played the newer Deus Ex and what not, but the quality has dropped dramatically. Recently I have been playing a lot of rouge like action games. Brotato, Nova Drift, 20XX, 30XX I also do a lot of puzzle / physics stuff / real time problem solving games. I played a lot of the Steam VR stuff that was out more than 4 years ago. I have been waiting on the Steam Frame to get back into that. Quite a few arcade style games. A lot of indy games. I mostly focus on them at this point. I did pick up a Wii off craigslist just to do Mario Galaxy on the original controls.

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  Pete Mogck (@peteyboardman) reported 32 minutes ago

  Our first warehouse was a sublease in the Longfellow neighborhood of South Minneapolis. A glorified garage, really. We shared it with other businesses and made every square foot count. Selling on Craigslist was still a thing. We popped up in malls around Christmas and ran Groupon offers to find customers wherever we could. Once we made a little money, we immediately bought an old Volkswagen truck. It broke down every time we drove it and took up valuable warehouse space. 💀 But it was “cool” Looking back, the first six years were about figuring out how to run a business. The last six have been about building one that can sustain itself. There was no clean transition between the two. No moment where we suddenly knew what we were doing. We just slowly got better at making decisions, hiring people, managing money, and admitting when something wasn’t working. A lot of the things that helped us survive early on, eventually held us back. Doing everything ourselves. Saying yes to every opportunity. Hiring only people we already knew. Making decisions based on instinct instead of numbers. Those things weren’t necessarily wrong at the time. They were just part of the stage we were in. Every version of the business requires a slightly different version of us. I’m glad we didn’t wait until we were ready. We never would have started.