i wanted to set up something easy to manage at fairs, festivals or other kinds of events, but id like it to be decently easy to manage, i was also wondering if there was something other than a food truck that could benefit from my half acre of farmland which most of it is currently…

I’m a solo developer with some experience in iGaming. I built a frontend project for this niche because I wanted to improve the UI/UX side of it. In my opinion, similar systems in the industry often struggle with this. It includes a casino website frontend and an admin panel UI. It’s not a full platform.…
Today, vendors like thelewalas, small restaurants, cafés, and local food businesses buy raw materials from local wholesalers or retail-focused brands at inefficient prices. Platforms like Blinkit and Zepto have organized B2C convenience really well, but the B2B side for small food businesses is still fragmented and unprofessional. My idea is to build a supply company…
Hello, I’ve been working in a coworking space for some time now in a three-story building located in the downtown area of a city with 30,000 residents within the city limits (and 100,000 residents in total). This building has a 40-square-meter ground floor, three open-plan floors ranging from 30 to 50 square meters, two meeting…
Has anyone here tried dropshipping ? Curious about real experiences, especially how you handle suppliers and product selection over time. submitted by /u/Abhishekkurmi09 [link] [comments]
There is a lot of people saying web agencies are saturated and the business is dying. I been running my web agency for 4 years and not gonna lie I was thinking the same for 3 of those years. A lot of failures, no consistent clients, no predictable income and honestly I thought maybe this…
Why do you only want homophobic men to stop smoking? How about homosexual men and women, or bisexuals? Shouldn’t we want to save their lives as well? Ideally yes, but sadly the idea wouldn’t work for anybody else P.S. Apparently I’m not the first to come up with such idea: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYv5ZGbn084 P.P.S. And also https://youtu.be/82x9pzHkHK4…
Is it too late for a crossover episode where Bart goes to school at Southpark? He gets there and hangs out with them on the playground, talking about some pranks he wants to play, and when they start heavily cursing there is a full minute of his mouth hanging open and staring at them, and…
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I felt so out of body waiting to grasp on to what little sanity I had, what is left of today and how do I explain. Did I witness something supernatural? Was I just having a nightmare?. What is real and what is just in my mind, ever since that night I want to find…

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Hi, i’m writing a story about a 19 year old girl named Miranda and a 13 year old boy named Eddie. Miranda is Eddie’s older sister. She spent a single year in the safe zone’s military program before a breach caused its collapse. She has just forced Eddie to leave their allies behind in Montpelier…
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They are effectively reducing our competition. A gay man not only takes himself out of the dating pool but he also takes another gay man out of the pool with him, making it so for every gay man that exists, 2 women are going to be freed up. submitted by /u/money101lover [link] [comments]
They say if you stand on Widow’s Walk just before dawn, when the mist hangs low, you can almost catch her scream—thin as a thread, tangled in the trees. I’ve heard it myself. The story starts the same every time: a man, Elias Montrose, learned the cost of loving the dead more than the living.…
Sound slowly returning Caressing the pierced drums Overcoming the crust of oblivion The pleads for silence The vast oceaned ice of a prison Echoes of lives lost Lives found Lives forgotten. The lament of agony rises above the battlefield Crying becomes futile Insignificant Frail, like a mind locked behind bars one day too many.…
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Digo que você é maldosa porque matou meu futuro ao seu lado, porque me fez assistir seu presente com outra pessoa e fez isso enquanto nosso presente ainda existia. Acho que foi maldosa por ter aceitado minhas declarações de amor, por ter me deixado tentar durante tantos meses, já não tendo nenhum sentimento. Para mim,…
Idea: A fully biodegradable, low‑cost tent made from reinforced cardboard + natural fibers + eco‑friendly waterproofing. The Problem: Every big festival ends with fields full of cheap $30–$40 Amazon tents that are muddy, ripped, and impossible to pack. People don’t want to carry them home, so they leave them behind. These tents are plastic, non‑recyclable,…

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Is it self-destruction to love someone more than they could ever care for you? Or is it simply foolishness? Some would say they would rather live a thousand lives as a fool than become something bitter, something hateful. But there comes a point where the real damage isn’t caused by love itself. It’s caused by…
It’s going to be impossible to not think about you every time it rains. How can something that once annoyed you to the core become the thing that you look forward to the most. Rain used to ruin my day; all the plans disappeared, a good mood turned to melancholy, a loss of all desire.…
an unavoidable voidant avoids a bonding bond that effortlessly bonded ” thats confusing hahhaa” submitted by /u/United-Flow8211 [link] [comments]

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I always loved back roads, especially riding in a Toyota Hilux. I loved cargo pants and jackets, especially in army green colour. Guns always made me excited. I always loved staying in the mountains with no facilities and having nothing to watch but the campfire and the stars. But now, sitting in the passenger seat…

Found these when cleaning out my Great Aunt’s place near Pittsburgh, PA. They’re both ceramic, hollow, and have one large hole and one small hole. Not sure how old they are or where they came from. Best guess is they were received as part of a gift to mark an occasion, maybe flowers? The ‘Congratulations’…
Hi everyone, I’m currently working on a post apocalyptic novel called London Tube 2033. The project was inspired by the atmosphere and idea behind Metro 2033 by Dmitry Glukhovsky. Years ago, the Metro universe encouraged writers from different countries to imagine how humanity might survive after the collapse of the world in their own underground…
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When I filed my LLC I was excited about the business side of things.I didnt know that every year there are state filings, fees, and deadlines that have nothing to do with your actual taxes. I almost missed my annual report this year because it showed up in a piece of mail I nearly tossed.…

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I hope this is the right sub for this. I’m writing a book but I’m really struggling on fleshing it out. I’m currently on chapter 2 and I’m just finding it hard to come up with plot points to make it longer and actuallymake it interesting. Any tips? (it’s a gay enemies to lovers fantasy…
PSA: NOT FINISHED, This is a rough draft. Will never be finished until my love for her gets redirected. Sleep has never come easy, Hours upon hours of shaky breaths, deafening darkness, and the echoing of the life that once was. Only at night do the memories play like the fast forwarding of a movie.…
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The cycle is so predictable now: how they retreat back into the safety of a digital glass house, resurrecting that sad, lonely screen just to cast lines into the dark and summon strangers for a fleeting glimpse of validation. They hide behind that performance, cycling through the same hollow scripts, a copy-and-paste flattery. They continue…
The summer storms move in, covering in a gray-blue blanket the sky The pitter-pattering brings one such soothing My feet grasp hard to the blades of grass I sink in the soft mud I run along wet gravel amongst quickly arriving worms My ravenous eyes take in the beauty of these moments with veracity Shaded…
I miss the moments that seemed small, yet carried entire oceans of meaning within them. Like the way you would suddenly take my hand and pull yourself closer to me. Maybe, to anyone else, it was just a fleeting little scene, something ordinary and forgettable — but beneath its surface lived something so much deeper,…

There were half a dozen of these in the area, although most of them were singles. Not pointing up towards the sky. Not sure what they would be used for. submitted by /u/BuildAndFly [link] [comments]
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Alright, I am completely spiraling looking at Secretary of State websites and I need some serious perspective before I accidentally commit tax fraud or get slammed by an audit. I’m an independent insurance agent. Right now, I physically live in Colorado (renting an apartment in Denver), and the vast majority of the P&C (Property &…
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looking for recs and also curious how other slow writers handle this, defining my world and it’s magic and economy took me abt month i write slow. like, on a good week i’ll get 1500 words down, and a great week is 3000. that’s just my pace, i’m not going to fix it, i’ve tried.…
The anticipation of seeing you again after we first met was too real. I was super excited and so nervous all at the same time. I wasn’t sure what to expect. After the amazing night we spent chatting at the party, getting to know each other – laughing, sharing….it all still feels a little unreal…
I want to understand how to scale a small business into a strong brand that people recognize and trust over time. submitted by /u/Abhishekkurmi09 [link] [comments]

It was the same width of the changing table above it. I pushed on it with my foot to see if it opened like a flap to dispose of water from mopping or a leak but it didn’t budge. I was unable to ask a worker as there was a steady stream of people coming…
“I remember,” said the old man sitting in the park as he rolled a cigarette from his fixings. “About 50 years ago, I suppose. Could’ve been a hundred, because time gets slippery after midnight—on a clock or in real life.” The reporter waited patiently, but wondered briefly, as the old man rolled his cigarette, lit…
I’ve had diarrhea since the fifth grade. The year was 1998/99 when my parents’ long-failing marriage finally crumbled and the brooding anxiety I’d felt since the onset of my sentience really began to rob me of my childhood. Don’t worry, this essay isn’t a sob story about my parents’ divorce. This essay is about shitting…