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mbrainspaz · 2 months
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biggest facebook marketplace pet peeve is people coming in asking me 'what's the lowest you'll go'. That's not how haggling works, you gosh darn buffoons. You can't just pop in to my dms and make me haggle with myself! Weak shit. If you don't have the raw guts to ask me to sell for 50% of my asking price you ain't gettin' it!
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bluewingedcoyote · 1 year
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asoiafreadthru · 2 days
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A Game of Thrones, Eddard IV
Grand Maester Pycelle looked to Littlefinger and asked, “Will the treasury bear the expense?”
“What treasury is that?” Littlefinger replied with a twist of his mouth.
“Spare me the foolishness, Maester. You know as well as I that the treasury has been empty for years.
“I shall have to borrow the money. No doubt the Lannisters will be accommodating. We owe Lord Tywin some three million dragons at present, what matter another hundred thousand?”
Ned was stunned. “Are you claiming that the Crown is three million gold pieces in debt?”
“The Crown is more than six million gold pieces in debt, Lord Stark.
“The Lannisters are the biggest part of it, but we have also borrowed from Lord Tyrell, the Iron Bank of Braavos, and several Tyroshi trading cartels. Of late I’ve had to turn to the Faith. The High Septon haggles worse than a Dornish fishmonger.”
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jdsquared · 9 days
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Bava Metzia 51a
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tenth-sentence · 8 months
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"Fifteen!" cried Arsheesh in a voice that was something between a whine and a scream.
"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy" - C. S. Lewis
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bobauthorman · 2 years
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Yoda was a gleeful, cranky, relentless bargainer who thought haggling was fun. So much of bargaining is about patience, and bazaar-stand shysters on a hundred planets had learned to their sorrow that one doesn't know what patience is until one has tried to outlast an eight-hundred-plus-year-old Jedi skinflint.
--Star Wars novel: Dark Rendevouz
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100yearoldcomics · 1 year
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August 10, 1922 $alesman $am by George "Swan" Swanson: "Sam's Absolutely Right!"
[ID: Sam nervously haggles with an old man in a beat-up horse stable. He negotiates at the top of his lungs, going red in the face. The old man looks at him impassively, carrying a broom. To his right, Guzzlem stands, glaring at the man. /end] Sam: What! Yuh want $50 a month for this stable? Why man, it's not big enough for th' horse to wag his tail, let alone wiggle his ears. Stable Owner: Yeah? [INFLATION GUIDE: In 2022 dollars, that'd be over $875/month. /end]
[ID: Sam gets even more exasperated. The old man shrugs. Guzzlem clutches his suit lapels and looks to the ceiling. /end] Sam: Yass. Ya ain't even got straw on th' floor and the darn roof leaks like a sieve. How much did you say you wanted a month? Owner: Wal, then, you tank a dollar and a half be toomuch? [INFLATION GUIDE: Sam just successfully haggled the rate down to about $25/month. /end]
[ID: Sam and Guzzlem strut happily out of the livery stables together. The old man watches them from his stable doorway. /end] Guzzlem: Sam, you certainly did yourself credit that time. You showed a wonderful business sense. Sam: Nuthin' of th' kind.
Sam: That wasn't business sense, Guzz. That was just common horse sense. [ID: Sam keeps haughtily strutting on as Guzzlem trips on the gutter of a sidewalk and lands face-first onto the pavement. His hat and pocket watch fly away with a PLOP. /end]
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elleofakind · 1 month
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Unearthing Treasures: Exploring Tokyo's Vibrant Flea Market Culture
In the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, amidst the skyscrapers and neon lights, lies a treasure trove waiting to be discovered: its vibrant flea markets. Far from the modern image often associated with the city, these markets offer a glimpse into Tokyo’s rich cultural tapestry, where history, tradition, and contemporary trends converge. Let’s embark on a journey through Tokyo’s eclectic flea…
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mysticdragon3md3 · 5 months
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aicollider · 9 months
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Thomas Hobbes, Percy Bysshe Shelley and Erasmus of Rotterdam step out of the time machine into the fabled city of Taxila, Pakistan (6th century BCE)
As the time machine comes to a screeching halt, a puff of smoke fills the air in Taxila, Pakistan, transporting three perplexed figures from different eras of history. Emerging from the fog are Thomas Hobbes, the pessimistic philosopher; Percy Bysshe Shelley, the romantic poet; and Erasmus of Rotterdam, the humanist scholar. The bewildering scenery leaves them momentarily stunned. Hobbes, with…
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cassiefairy · 10 months
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The Insider's guide to shopping auctions and estate sales
Auctions and estate sales offer opportunities for thrifty folk to get great deals on all sorts of amazing items. If you’ve always been interested in this scene, but never had the courage to actually get involved, here’s an introduction to all you need to
Advertisement feature Understanding the basics: Auctions and estate sales explained Auctions and estate sales are often associated with rapid sales of goods, typically resulting from events such as relocation or inheritance. An auction is a method of selling where items are presented for bidding, and the highest bid takes the item home. Meanwhile, an estate sale generally involves a home’s…
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thatothergamer · 1 year
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I found a way to simplify the process of haggling in Kingdom Come:Deliverance while maximizing its potential. In this video,I present to you how I came about this simple trick. Links to the video below:
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DAN Haggle List
i’m sure a fellow member of the Clue Crew has already thoroughly beaten me to making this list, but since i couldn’t find it when i went looking to confirm that, here it is: my list of every single item available to buy in the park in DAN at its lowest possible haggling price.
À Vendre
blue bear - 8
crystal - 4
garden book - 19
green rings - 4
hat - 30
Ichido book - 6
mint sprig - 50
pink bear - 9
spoon - 12
string - 3
stake - 10
train - 11
wheel - 18
Les Trucs
bowling ball - 20
cube - 40
cone - 1
dictionary - 23
doll’s head - 6
flashlight - 3
gloves - 5
golf club - 18
gray bear - 8
hooked stick - 1
lava lamp - 15
lipstick - 14
makeup book - 12
pencil can - 3
shark - 23
toy plane - 1
Marchand
arm - 5
book on cars - 8
code book - 4
coffee can - 1
cookbook - 1
film canister - 21
gnome - 22
light bulb - 6
manhole cover - 23
parrot - 1
pie tin - 1
wagon - 4
wetsuit - 31
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ominouspuff · 3 months
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Kote’s House
Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.
The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 
His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.
He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.
He tries to explain how wonderful it is —
“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”
—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.
Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.
Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.
“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.
“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.
He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 
They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 
Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?
Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 
“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.
Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.
Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.
“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 
“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”
Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”
Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.
He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 
What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.
Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.
Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 
He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.
“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 
“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.
He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 
“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 
Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.
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