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Platform(s): Nintendo DS, all - EU region so it was either in english or translated further into local language Genre: casual, creator, management game Estimated year of release: Mid-2000’s to mid-2010’s Graphics/art style: fairly detailed graphics Notable characters: Notable gameplay mechanics: time progression was a key element. I remember changing dates on the consol manually to move the game forward. Other details: You owned a fashion store and had to manage it by making combinations that were most trendy right now and maximize profit. Modeling was a co-/secondary focus.

Hi everyone, I (27F) am currently in a good 5 month relationship with my boyfriend (25M). He makes an effort to see me multiple times a week, texts me daily before and after work, and usually will call me at least once a day. We have an active sex life and overall he is very sweet to me. The issue is that his past two relationships and his long term friend with benefits (FWB) were with women who are extremely attractive. The FWB was a former Fashion Nova model, if that gives any indication about her appearance and sex appeal from a male perspective. Im not of the same caliber as the women of his past, but generally I think I am attractive and I take care of my appearance. Not trying ...

Ever since you updated envato, the search experience has been a difficult one. Let’s take a template by an artist named MisterFlashStore for example. If you use envato's search engine to search for "misterflashstore" (and search for ae templates) the first few hits dont show anything from that artist despite him having templates on your platform. searching for "misterflashstore" on your website should produce results in the top two rows that are templates from this artist. But when you search that, it’s a mystery if you’ll ever find that artist. even worse..... if i go to google and type in "misterflashstore envato" the first hit that comes up is vid...

Bonjour mes amis. Sorry if this is the wrong sub. Traveling to Paris end of April with my husband and wanted to get some recs since it’s our fourth time going. We’ve done the Louvre, MD, Picasso, L’orangerie, Rodin museums. We’ve done Versailles. All the department stores. A good amount of the classic and sceney restaurants. We’ve stayed in different arrondissements (9th, 3rd, 4th, 5th). We’ve done Notre Dame, sacre coeur, Eiffel Tower the other monuments besides the pantheon. We’ve done crazy horse too. What’re we missing? What should we add to the mix? We were thinking Giverny but any other things? We love fashion, culture, history, strolling and food. Thanks all. Merci....

​ Chapter One: Smoke on the Hands Onyeka was a Black man of the Kemetic diaspora living in the Gardens, a sprawling city within the Phoenix-Formed Alliance of Europa. He came from a long line of spiritual people. In his family, intuition, ritual, dreams, and signs were treated like weather—natural things you learned to live with. The apple never fell far from the tree. Onyeka had started becoming spiritual in his teens, and by twenty-three he was deep into meditation, occult study, metaphysics, and hidden systems of power. The strange part was not that he was spiritual. The strange part was that in a world where most people were born with abilities, Onyeka had spent his...

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Solo founder here. Canadian online store. No team, no budget, no idea what I was doing six months ago. I kept seeing people talk about using AI to run their business and honestly assumed it was overwhelming to start learning at this point. It was not overwhelming....It's keeping me sane. Here's my actual stack and what each tool does: \*\*Claude (Anthropic)\*\* Used this to read my PageSpeed report and fix actual theme code. Not just "here are some tips" — it walked me through editing Liquid files, identified a specific bug in my theme, and got my mobile score from the 50s to 89 in one afternoon. I don't know how to code. Didn't matter. \*\*He...

I know this page is for art but I just wanted some constructive criticism from you guys on what I've been working on Chapter One: Smoke on the Hands Onyeka was a Black man of the Kemetic diaspora living in the Gardens, a sprawling city within the Phoenix-Formed Alliance of Europa. He came from a long line of spiritual people. In his family, intuition, ritual, dreams, and signs were treated like weather—natural things you learned to live with. The apple never fell far from the tree. Onyeka had started becoming spiritual in his teens, and by twenty-three he was deep into meditation, occult study, metaphysics, and hidden systems of power. The strange part was not that he was spiritu...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

​ Chapter One: Smoke on the Hands Onyeka was a Black man of the Kemetic diaspora living in the Gardens, a sprawling city within the Phoenix-Formed Alliance of Europa. He came from a long line of spiritual people. In his family, intuition, ritual, dreams, and signs were treated like weather—natural things you learned to live with. The apple never fell far from the tree. Onyeka had started becoming spiritual in his teens, and by twenty-three he was deep into meditation, occult study, metaphysics, and hidden systems of power. The strange part was not that he was spiritual. The strange part was that in a world where most people were born with abilities, Onyeka had spent his...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...

I was just…tired of the monotony, I guess. Tired of having to wake up and go to work every day. Repeat the same tasks. Put on the same smile, force out the same greetings.  A man can only take so much.  I needed to feel free. Feel like I was actually moving forward instead of both feet being planted firmly on the same tiled floor at my job at the local supermarket.  That’s why I left.  I didn’t give a notice; ****, I doubt that anyone realized that I was gone anyway. Just packed my bags and hit the road. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I wanted to get \*somewhere\*. Somewhere \*new\*.  And so with one final glance at the setting sun in my rearview mirror, I ...