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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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  🐉🌿🌸Bunny🌸🌿🐉 (@OsPidgey) reported 2 minutes ago

  @cutthefinalrope here the shelters fix pets you purchase from them, but a lot of pets are purchased through craigslist and FB (or just off the street) so they don't have that option. We have low-cost spay/neuter but there's cheapskates who still refuse to when it costs literally anything

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  shredded Denim (@denimneverdies) reported 3 minutes ago

  @laurasukas I don't give a **** what they're *saying*, I care that, for example, when the government shut down adult services on Craigslist, death was the result

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  node33 (@x_esk_x) reported 4 minutes ago

  @Kintakus @RobotPerson78 I hear the cost for escorts has gone up from $25 per hand as was on Craigslist to $100k on 𝕏 or 60k if in San Francisco. As long as can afford it and not fording someone unwilling to do it and threaten them with guns and extortion probably can do and gets you in trouble for hiring escorts if not CEO or billionaire as extra risk

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  John Deez (@J_Nitad) reported 4 minutes ago

  @GOP_is_Gutless I have sold many items on Craigslist. Rule #1 I don't deal with blacks. Not worth the trouble or risk.

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  TravelPants (@PantsToTravel) reported 6 minutes ago

  @mattressguy_ In college I bought a bed off craigslist, got the mattress down the stairs but the box spring couldn’t make the turn. So I took a hammer and and broke the runners and bent it around the turn and duct taped them back together once in the room

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  Anish Moonka (@anishmoonka) reported 7 minutes ago

  In 2013, a croissant-donut sold for up to $100 on the black market. Costco now sells twenty in a box for $9.99. A French pastry chef named Dominique Ansel invented it. He spent two months and about ten failed recipes trying to fry the butter-layered dough used for croissants without it collapsing, then filled the middle with cream and glazed the top. He called it the Cronut. It went on sale at his small SoHo bakery in New York on May 10, 2013. Within a week the shop was making 200 a day and still selling out minutes after opening. Then the lines started. People showed up before 6am, two hours before the doors opened, and the line wrapped around the block. Ansel capped it at two per customer. Scalpers moved in anyway, reselling a $5 pastry for $40 to $100 through Craigslist and one delivery service that charged $100 for a single one. Anderson Cooper got turned down when he tried to order a batch for his birthday. Hugh Jackman waited in line like everyone else. Nine days after the first sale, Ansel filed to trademark the name. By his own count, 27 other people tried to register the same word within days. His went through. That one legal move is why you are reading "Mini Croissant Donuts" on a Costco box instead of "Cronuts," and why the tweet says "inspired by." US law lets anyone copy the recipe, because a way of combining ingredients cannot be owned. The name can be. Ansel owns it. He never put it in a grocery store. The original still sells only at his shops in New York and Las Vegas, one flavor a month that never repeats, about nine dollars each, made over three days, with a shelf life of six to eight hours. Costco's version comes from CT Bakery, a Canadian supplier, twenty mini pastries to a box, half cinnamon sugar and half glazed. It works out to about fifty cents apiece. The same croissant-donut that once needed a dawn line and a two-per-person cap now sits in a warehouse fridge, stacked twenty deep, for less than the sales tax on one original.

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  Marcia Goldstein (@robbiemay33) reported 9 minutes ago

  @SacAppraiser I don’t understand. So via Airbnb no problem; via Craigslist scam. But why did it matter if the sign was outside? Because scammed guests would arrive and realize they’d not be getting in?

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  Rich Dunsheath (@rdunsheath) reported 9 minutes ago

  @justalexoki The complicated ones that save water from Korea are pieces of crap. I live in Houston, we have more damn water than we know what to do with. But I have to buy appliances built for California because they are too stupid to manage their water. The expensive ones have computers and send you messages via WIFI and other worthless things but they don’t work well and the computers go on the fritz. I got flooded out of my house by Harvey and had FEMA insurance and bought all the fancy appliances. The dishwasher had a computer and fifty different settings but to save water and energy, it took forever to run a cycle, didn’t get the dishes clean, and ultimately just stopped working. Only appliance that is not a PIA is the dryer. And even the dryer is not as good as an old dryer that I bought off Craigslist for a pittance for a rental house that only has one control, a spring powered dial that you set by twisting the dial to the number of minutes of drying you need. When it runs down and turns off, you open the door and feel the clothes and if they aren’t dry enough, you crank it up for ten more minutes. Simple, effective, foolproof.

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  Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reported 13 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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  Michael (@Holden_Rye_) reported 15 minutes ago

  @OfficialVivek01 Here’s a cleaned-up version with your voice intact, but tighter and more defensible: I just read the rest. You are correct: BTC is widely traded now. But I grew up with it before this version existed. We used to trade Bitcoin through Craigslist, meet miners in parks, parking lots, wherever both sides agreed, and do the exchange like that. I quit trading in 2023. From 2008 to 2023, I never once heard of Michael Saylor being some master guru or “King of Bitcoin.” I barely heard his name at all in the circles I came from. Then last week I started paying attention. And once I did, patterns started firing off. Some of those patterns connected back to odd BTC behavior from around 2022–2023. I have rapid pattern recognition and a nonlinear mind. Some of that comes from early trauma. Some of it comes from combat trauma. When a pattern keeps hitting me, it does not leave me alone until I look at it. That is also why I was a scalp trader. Early crypto traders like me helped map the cycles everyone trades now. We watched this market grow from nothing. So I understand BTC very well. I can even build a blockchain. What I saw last week was odd. Brokers, TV financial analysts, and even BlackRock’s CEO are now openly talking about Bitcoin cycles like they discovered them. That is insane to me. Brokers used to get fired for even mentioning Bitcoin. They used to call us criminals for owning it. Now they act like they found it first. We have known for a long time that the $16k–$18k zone is a major protected structure layer. When BTC dominance drops hard toward the 40% area and the market breaks down, that lower BTC layer becomes the level everyone watches. That is where you fill bags. So when Saylor sold BTC around that zone and people called it tax strategy, fine. Maybe it was. But that also means he understood exactly where he was selling. That was not some random level. That was the deep structure layer. So now the question becomes fair: Was it just 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 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 BTC gets wrapped into the stock market through ETFs, treasury companies, preferred shares, leverage, and institutional products. At that point Bitcoin may still be decentralized at the protocol layer, but the market layer becomes a farm. That is what I am watching. What moved before the wick Whale manipulation was never some secret to the old BTC traders. We all knew it was happening. We just learned the game, mapped the traps, and traded around the predators instead of pretending Bitcoin was some clean little free market.

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  BO$$ LADY YVR🪶 🇨🇦 (@asbinvancity) reported 15 minutes ago

  @redumbrellaclub Absolutely! Remember when craigslist and ******** got shut down, and people lost their income overnight? Well guess what that’s not happening on Facebook and Instagram they’re randomly shutting accounts down for no reason and people are losing their money.🫠

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  The Automotivist (@_automotivist) reported 15 minutes ago

  Bought a broken 2009 Ford Escape Hybrid off Craigslist for $3,000. The seller thought the battery was dead. A $50 charger said otherwise, and I did that same trade four more times out of salvage auctions. Every one of those cars sat there because nobody ran the numbers before walking away. The auto-loan/HYSA gap sitting at 278 basis points right now is the same math, parked in plain sight. Tomorrow's newsletter walks the full spread.

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  Dmitriy (@iamkashalot) reported 17 minutes ago

  @collin_ruth89 Biggest difference maker for me has been the ability to process a higher volume of candidates with less effort: - Build a semi-automated applicant funnel in GHL or Breezy - Run continuous job posts on Indeed, Craigslist, Facebook Ads - Have my AI agent screen and evaluate all incoming applications - Have my AI agent conduct and evaluate the initial voice interview screen - Actually interview only the top applicants after the steps above This, especially the AI voice interview screen, has allowed us to interview 3X more people in a month, and identify more good candidates this way. I’m finally able to solve my capacity problem.

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  FOXX in Miami Beach! (@msjennifoxx) reported 19 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