My concern was less the holding of value than the atrociously slow transfer times, incompatible wallets and frequent QR codes.

And the fees! It’s like I was running my payment through a payday loan window.

Where the hell were you when I needed you

I forgot to include some images of a maggots growing out of a terrible boil on somebody's face. Sorry, that's an essential part of the business operationm.

I mean absolutely. I'll have AI generate a website that links to a custom printing drop shipping marketplace that will steal your credit card and use it sign you up for some fake androgen supplements that it won't deliver.

Give me three minutes, and I'll have the URL for you.

Here was the previous story, which involved the plaintiff not getting compensated because she had used genAI to write her filings.

www.reuters.com/legal/litiga...

The simplest explanation is that they are getting a return on what they spend on Meta. (There are more complicated stories involving attribution, but that's the simple one.)

Cataloguing will make your own feed worse! But hey, if you’re up for it send them to me.

This is where the innovation of crypto comes in. Inability to recover makes these things more lucrative.

Holy shit this is good.

I never thought the feet guys would come for me.

I know panicworld I did not know you guys had done a foot segment.

I get that this stuff happens to women all the time.

But… my feet? On Marketplace?

If it’s #4, I actually find that kind of charming in an “old internet” kinda way. It seems quaint compared to whatever algorithmically curated, advertising powered content is on like toesuckers dot com

I'm leaning toward hypothesis 4. Open to other theories, however

I would like to crack this case, ideally without further interactions with my suitors. (No offense meant. Just not my thing, gents.)

Hypothesis 4: A sizable community of men is using Facebook Marketplace as sort an undercover Grindr-but-for-feet. Under this scenario, any foot-inclusive image is coded as a signal to foot fetishists.

(In this scenario, I'm a dude with a bright back-pocker handkerchief walking around SF in 1978.)

Hypothesis 3: The AlgoRitHM

Somehow, my Marketplace listing was promulgated via rec systems to a large network of foot-focused gentlemen. I've seen weird rec tunnels before, but seems like a stretch.

Hypothesis 2: A buddy is messing with me.

Plausible in theory, but these are five separate, mature accounts. Too much trouble.