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  Nathan Shobe (@NShobe) reported 6 seconds ago

  @alt_w_v_g You know what ebay needs? "eBay local". Put up a fight against Facebook marketplace and Craigslist. FB marketplace is trash, and clist died when they started to charge for posting. Pls fix. Thx.

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  Less1984More1776 (@TheUSneedsus) reported 1 minute ago

  @MilderAnn @MrAndyNgo It won't. But they've been trying for years. PETA and Craigslist are funding the petitioner. What i think will happen, it will get people talking. And in the next few years it will be dumbed down to something like only 1k hunting/fishing licenses. And you must jump through hoops.

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  Fernando Pinheiro (@fernandoiecp) reported 1 minute ago

  Portuguese dystopia in one image: the country celebrates a platform that sends ridiculous lowball offers on OLX (Portugal’s main classifieds site, similar to Craigslist) as if that would solve anything, while getting a building permit in Lisbon takes 36 months, there’s a chronic shortage of construction workers, public housing is 2% of the stock (EU average: 15%) and the government just added another 7,5% IMT for foreign buyers that will be passed on to the next Portuguese buyer down the chain. Price is the symptom. The real problem is supply strangled for a decade by red tape, labor shortages and zero public investment, while foreign demand was turbocharged with NHR, Golden Visa and negative Euribor. Liking TikTok videos is easier than demanding by-right permitting, an end to municipal discretion and lower taxes on those who actually build.

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  par0dyznutz (@par0dyznutz) reported 5 minutes ago

  @MrJerryOC Marty's jovial yell then wakes up Dr Newton who was fast asleep in the passenger seat of Vanny Dr Newton; Keep your voice down you moron. Marty; But I found it Dr Newton; I'm already on ******* probation for selling that kidney to an undercover cop on Craigslist Marty.

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  Nazare Andrei (@NazareAndrei1) reported 5 minutes ago

  @RealMattCouch Wow, so many retards in this thread. You are LEGALLY OBLIGATED to tell the officer if you have a gun. But i guess many of you bought your guns off ebay or craigslist or the chimps down the road, or from the 2-toothed hick that owns the derelict gun shop.

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  Jo Da (@420smokerrr) reported 6 minutes ago

  @sapitonmix I have a individual landlord.Shes 65+yo so if something is broken normally she'll send someone to fix it. 2 years ago when insurance required some tree removal she hired 2 craigslist crackheads.Not insured/bonded, just random junkies that would sleep in there car outside my house

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  James Camp 🛠,🛠 (@JamesonCamp) reported 6 minutes ago

  In 2020 a 19 year old wholesaler sold me a house in the hood. I was convinced it was step one of a hundred million dollar real estate portfolio. I had just sold my company, DMO. First time in my life I actually had real money. Couple hundred grand in cash, the rest locked in stock with a restriction on it. I was like... this is it. Time to build a real estate portfolio. I was living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn at the time. Deep in BiggerPockets forums and real estate Twitter. Reading about BRRRR strategy at 2am like it was scripture. The deal was off market. Cobbs Creek, Philly. A 19 year old kid found it, wholesaled it to me, and I thought I was getting the steal of a lifetime. The plan was drive Brooklyn to Philly every weekend during COVID, renovate it in 3 months, flip it, and use the profit to buy two more. Classic BiggerPockets math. For context I cannot build IKEA furniture.... My first contractor was a cop moonlighting as a GC. Seemed legit. Showed up in uniform sometimes. I trusted him completely. He submitted $13,000 in fake lumber receipts. When I fired him he called the city inspector about permits that he had told me we didn't need. We got shut down for 3 months. So now I'm hiring off Craigslist. Everyone's cousin can do electrical. None of them can do electrical themselves. At one point I was standing in a hole in the basement googling "what is a french drain" while two guys I found on the internet watched me. 3 months became 9 months. I went $100k+ over budget + the cash i had paid for the house, i had to take a construction loan to finish it. I had $6M in stock I couldn't touch because it was vesting. And $700 left in my checking account. I sat on the floor of my apartment and cried. The lender would take the house and I would lose everything...$250k+ of my money. One of my best friends Nat lent me $15,000. My sister lent me $10,000. I finished the renovation with borrowed money from people who loved me. Sold the house. Made $2,000~ in profit. Got all my money back out. A friend of mine who actually flips houses for a living said "holy **** you made money? Most people lose their shirt on their first flip." That messed with me.... I thought I had just survived the worst financial experience of my life. Turns out most people have it worse and you never hear about it. The graveyard of failed flips is invisible. You only see the guy on YouTube holding the check. A few months later I bought a hearing aid brand, Blue Angels Hearing. A DTC company already selling online. Sounds random. But I had spent 10+ years growing businesses on the internet. I knew paid acquisition, I knew retention, I knew how to scale a Shopify brand. That was the stuff I was actually good at. We scaled it and flipped it to private equity in 11 months. Made more money in 11 months sitting at my laptop than I did in 18 months of driving to Philly, getting scammed by a cop, and crying on a floor. But I'm not sure I pull off the hearing aid deal without Cobbs Creek. When you're $250K deep in a disaster and there's no plan and no one coming to help, you just... figure it out. One thing at a time. Break the impossible thing into tiny pieces. Chew through it. You'll be someone different on the other side. Sometimes the only way out, is through.

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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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  GulagRat (@Gulag_Rat) reported 9 minutes ago

  @BitcoinSapiens Rent aka splitting a 1 or 2 BR with a roomate, should have no issues affording it. Do people not use Craigslist anymore? Get a roomate and save your money folks

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  Steve Holland (@VLM7234) reported 12 minutes ago

  @i_danieall I booth a Yamaha off a guy on Craigslist for $50… intended this to be a camping guitar. Sounded terrible, action was way high… warped neck. Almost unplayable. Heard about neck reset to make it better. That’s a LOT of work. Found out about a poor man’s neck reset”. Make a thin cut along the neck grit before the body. I did this with a thin blade Japanese hand saw. Filled the gap with hide glue then clamped it for a few days. Put the strings back on it and it sounds great. That 1/16” saw kerf was all it took to work out the neck warp and bring down the action. Pro tip: only try this on a cheapo guitar that you don’t care about messing up. For a good guitar take it to a luthier and be prepared to pay several hundred $$$.

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  Manny Medina (@medinism) reported 14 minutes ago

  On the last day of Q4, Salesloft posted a "free lawn mower" ad on Craigslist with my Head of Sales cell phone number. He got over 100 calls. It was a nasty tactic, almost ruined our quarter, and I wish I would have thought of it. It was 2017. Over half of Outreach’s business was SMB and transactional — small deals, fast cycles, the last day of the quarter doing 30% of the month. Mark Kosoglow was on the phone closing those deals. Or trying to. Every other call was someone asking about the lawn mower. It took us six hours to figure out what was happening. One rep checked Craigslist on a hunch and there was the ad. Mark's name. Mark's number. Free lawn mower, come pick it up. We couldn't take it down. It wasn't his ad. So Mark spent most of the day distracted and pissed. That night our team huddled. Michelle Obama was everywhere then — "when they go low, we go high." One of my execs pushed hard for this approach. I agreed. We didn’t respond. That was the wrong ******* call. When business is two guys fighting in a phone booth with a knife, you are always at war. Salesloft threw a good punch. It got us off our feet a little bit. No impact to the quarter, but definitely made it harder than it should. And most importantly it got us talking about them internally. And getting in your head, is free competitive real state. What should we have done? Get right back at them but harder! Hire away their best rep with access to their top accounts. Buy out their contracts. Hire their best engineers. Attack their customer base with all their shortcomings. Profile all their churned customers on targeted ads. Infinite possibilities to respond and a golden opportunity to take this affront as a rallying cry for the team to go take market share. ”When they go low, we stomp on them.” - that’s a better slogan Your job as a startup leader is not to take the moral high ground. The job is to win.

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  North Appalachian Supply🌲 (@NorAppSupply) reported 17 minutes ago

  @WretchedRambles Ah man, my dad went through a phase where he bought a couple old lathes from craigslist to fix up

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  mom's neighborino (@CaptainSlayAh0) reported 19 minutes ago

  @SocietyMovies buy stuff on Craigslist, problem solved

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  The Artist Formerly Known (@aresteanu) reported 24 minutes ago

  @DeivonDrago I've legit considered putting up craigslist ads for ghostbuster services. I show up to the "haunted" house and just explain ghosts ain't real and demand my hard-earned pay. Then I realised this is a funny metaphor for dispelling the mystery of the Hard Problem.

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  John Mac (@JohnMcCart87216) reported 26 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.