Anyone else using $ynBNBx MAX LRT?
2025.01.29 06:12 burnerapr20 Anyone else using $ynBNBx MAX LRT?
I’ve been restaking with $ynBNBx for a little while now, and I have to say, I’m pretty impressed with the returns. The base yield is 39.30%, but with the extra rewards, it pushes over 50% APY—definitely one of the better opportunities I’ve come across recently.
What I really like is how it combines restaking with DeFi yield, so it feels like a more unified approach to earning passive income. It’s been pretty easy to manage on the platform too.
Has anyone else tried it out? What’s your experience been like so far? I’m curious if others are seeing similar results or have any tips on getting the most out of it.
If you’re thinking about giving it a go, you can find all the legit links in their social media and/or official website.
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2025.01.29 06:12 TheNakedTravelingMan Danish natural fiber clothing brands?
Moving to Denmark 🇩🇰 within a year and believe in supporting whatever country I am in when it comes to purchase. Are there any clothing companies that make clothes in Denmark using either 100% wool or 100% cotton or any other natural fibers? Except for outer layers I really do not like synthetic clothing. I am a man if that makes any difference.
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2025.01.29 06:12 Agile_Dingo9727 what does the key mean here?
‘you were seeking validation, i was buying the key.’
could someone elaborate the latter sentence? what kind of key is that?
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2025.01.29 06:12 KingCharles_9000 Is this Aqua Terra real?
 | Purchased this piece and am very excited to receive it. I’m curious if someone knows anything to look out for to make sure it’s real? I bought in through Chrono but since the price was sub $5000.00 Chrono didn’t offer authentication service. Am a bit worried because it was sold with box and papers at only $3950 which I think is a good deal for this piece. Reference #: 220.10.38.20.03.003 SEAMASTER AQUA TERRA SHADES (Atlantic Blue) submitted by KingCharles_9000 to OmegaWatches [link] [comments] |
2025.01.29 06:12 Rah_Flocka Till this day, this guy never got back on Roblox. He must of got that belt or something. (This is when mammoth/Sound just dropped btw)
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2025.01.29 06:12 22HelloSoto22 Shady Part of Me is one of those games I'm not even mad that I paid for 3 months before it was added to GP
I'm happy to have supported the creators of this game, and happy that others who might never have played it otherwise, will now get the chance.
I'd put it in the category of short games that I had a blast with over a couple of nights, even if will never be universally hailed as a great achievement in gaming.
I'm trying to look up games I've played that I'd put in that category. If you liked some of these, this might be for you...
The Gunk
Omno
Genesis Noir
Lost Words: Beyond the Page
Contrast
Unravel
Lost in Random
Ravenlok
Bramble: The Mountain King
Etc.....
Hope you enjoy
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2025.01.29 06:12 JodyDomingray Looking for trade
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2025.01.29 06:12 AceKing1122 What should I do next .which one should I download
What should I do next ..which one should I download
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2025.01.29 06:12 Thepump04 Help identifying mouse!
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2025.01.29 06:12 Smart-Bad-6311 Brie being my nurse because I catch a flu 😷
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2025.01.29 06:12 Ecstatic_Seaweed_867 Yoooo hmu if ur a producer and u want me to rap on ur beats i can show u stuff ive done before
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2025.01.29 06:12 Status-Knowledge4616 Don't you think that Dostoevsky idealizes too much the compassion and mercy of Christianity, ignoring the strict and disciplining aspect of religion?
Was he a follower of pink christianity?
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2025.01.29 06:12 fearthestorm .
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2025.01.29 06:12 Psychological-Debt12 anybody got the full scene of imu unbroken from 1118 to 1119
from the very second imus theme starts playing as he walks up the stairs up until the very second he stabs cobra and not a second less? it was on youtube but i forgot to save it before it got taken down, ill even take it in mp3 form
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2025.01.29 06:12 thunasushi Ich_iel
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2025.01.29 06:12 OverInitial8572 The Bus
Part 1
I’m a nobody—or at least, I aspire to be. I have few friends, fewer commitments, and no complications. People are too messy. I have enough clutter in my head without adding someone else’s to it. Staying to myself is where I find comfort. It’s familiar.
And yet, I feel drawn to people. Take my family, for instance. They’re good, simple folks. We’ve had our ups and downs like any family, but we always find a way to gather once a month. Today at lunch, my sister lit up talking about her first date with her new boyfriend. My mom, ever persistent, tried to nudge me toward going back to school. And Dad leaned back in his chair with a cold beer, yelling at the referees on TV as if they could hear him.
Being the one who listens to their stories, who quietly soaks in their lives—it makes me feel useful. Loved. Needed. Maybe it’s because their lives seem clearer, less cluttered than mine. Or maybe I just like hearing how they find meaning in the mess.
Our little dynamic might seem grating to some, and sometimes it is. But more than that, it’s enough for me. At least, I tell myself it’s enough. Most of the time.
"Damn it, ref, if that ain't a facemask, I don't know what is!" Dad yells from across the room, his voice echoing over the blaring TV.
"They can't hear you, Sam," Mom calls from the kitchen, her tone both amused and weary.
I settle into the living room, a glass of lemonade sweating in my hands. The summer heat creeps through the walls like an uninvited guest, wrapping around me like a sticky blanket.
"Dad, can we turn on the air conditioning?" my sister asks, her eyes glued to her phone.
"Can you pay my electric bill?" he fires back without missing a beat, his face an unamused wall of stoicism.
My sister shoots me a look, silently recruiting me for backup. I glance away, pretending to focus on the condensation pooling on my glass. She huffs and rolls her eyes. I get it, though—it’s stifling in here. But Dad’s always been like this. Stingy when I was a kid, even stingier now.
We grew up poor. Dad worked as a contractor, grinding out long days under the sun. He’d leave before sunrise and come home well after it set. Evenings were a blur of him shuffling through the door, shoulders slumped, the weight of the day etched into his face. He’d toss his keys on the end table, eat in silence, shower, and collapse into bed. He wasn’t absent, not exactly, but sometimes it felt like he was more a shadow than a presence.
"I gotta hit the head. Let me know if I miss anything interesting, would’ja, kiddo?" Dad grunts, pushing himself out of his recliner.
As he stands, I catch a glimpse of his frailty—the way his hands tremble, how his movements seem slower, more deliberate. He looks smaller now, his once-imposing frame eroded by time and sacrifice.
That man sold his youth for his family. I respect the hell out of him for it. But watching him now, hunched and tired, I can’t shake the sadness that creeps in alongside the admiration.
"Sure, Dad," I say meekly. As he hobbles down the hallway, I can only hope that in his retirement, he can make up for lost time.
"Kids! Can I get a hand in here?" My mother's plea breaks me from my morose trance.
I step into the kitchen just in time to see her muttering under her breath at a jar refusing to open. Strands of her chestnut-brown hair escape her messy bun, and she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a faint flour streak.
"Stupid damn... Oh, great. Mandy, can you grab that jar for me?" she says without looking up. "And you—keep an eye on the stove, make sure it doesn’t boil over." She points at me without breaking stride. "I’ve got to set the table before lunch burns."
“Got it, Mom,” I say, stepping toward the bubbling pot. My sister mutters something under her breath but grabs the jar and pops it open with a little too much satisfaction.
Watching Mom dart between tasks, I can’t help but think of how far she’s come—or maybe how much she’s given up. She used to be an executive chef at one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city. That’s where she met Dad, at a retirement dinner for one of his friends.
Hearing Dad tell the story, it was love at first sight. My mother, however, tells it a bit differently. Dad wanted to give his compliments to the chef but Mom was mistakenly told, she was receiving a complaint. She came out of the kitchen like a bat out of hell and told him off before he could get a word in. It always brings a smile to her lips when she retells the story.
Fast forward a few years, and there they were—married, pregnant with Mandy, and planning their future. Mom decided she wanted to stay home, and Dad, ever the stubborn optimist, declared, “No big deal. My promotion’s just around the corner.” They made sacrifices for each other without hesitation, like it was second nature.
It’s hard to imagine one without the other. They’re the kind of couple that feels unshakable like they’ve weathered every storm life could throw at them. I don’t know if I believe in soulmates. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m just not built for that kind of connection. But if they exist, Mom and Dad are proof they’re real.
BANG! CRASH! A loud groan echoed through the house, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“What the hell was that?” Mandy exclaimed, her wide eyes darting toward the hallway.
For a moment, I just stared at her, my heart thudding in my chest, my brain refusing to connect the dots.
“Dad?” Mandy said, panic creeping into her voice. Before I could blink, she was bolting toward the noise .
I followed, my legs stiff and unsteady, as if they belonged to someone else. Mandy reached the bathroom door first, pounding on it with both fists. "Dad! Are you okay? Dad, answer me!"
She turned to me, her face pale, her hands trembling. “Do something!” she yelled.
Do something.
The words rang in my ears, but my body wouldn’t respond. My feet felt glued to the floor, my breath coming in shallow, useless bursts. “Help me!”
I managed to nod, stepping forward in a daze. Together, we forced the flimsy door open, and the sight inside hit me like a punch to the gut.
Dad lay sprawled on the bathroom floor, his skin pale and clammy, his chest terrifyingly still.
My sister looked up at me, tears filling her vision. "Call 911!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the hall. Her voice registered in my mind as a command, a command I understood, but I couldn't comply despite myself. I stood there frozen with overwhelming fear, unable to act.
“Mom!” Mandy screamed, falling to her knees beside him. “Call 911!”
Mom’s frantic footsteps barreled down the hall. She froze in the doorway, her hand flying to her mouth. "Sammy!" she gasped.
“He’s not breathing!” Mandy cried.
I stood there, useless, watching as Mom rushed forward, her trembling hands fumbling for her phone. “Stay with him!” she yelled at Mandy, her voice cracking as she dialed.
I wanted to move, to kneel beside him, to do anything—but all I could do was watch. My hands hung limply at my sides, my mind racing in a thousand directions but unable to land on a single thought.
The paramedics arrived what felt like hours later, their calm professionalism a stark contrast to the chaos in the room. They moved with practiced efficiency, beginning CPR as Mom shouted details about Dad’s health. Mandy stood by, clutching his hand, her tear-streaked face a mask of desperation.
And me? I stood in the doorway, silent and still, my back pressed against the frame as if it were the only thing holding me upright.
“Do you want to ride with us to the hospital?” one of the EMTs asked.
Mom nodded, climbing into the ambulance without hesitation. She turned to Mandy and me. "Lock up the house and meet us there," she said firmly before the doors slammed shut.
Inside, Mandy took charge, moving with a frantic determination as she turned off the stove and gathered the keys. Meanwhile, I drifted into the living room, my limbs heavy and my head buzzing with static.
The television was still blaring in the background—commercials for cars, pills, public transportation—all of it blending into an unbearable noise. I searched for the remote, my hands shaking, but I couldn’t find it.
“Turn it off!” Mandy shouted from the kitchen.
I yanked the power cord from the wall, the sudden silence hitting me like a wave, leaving me alone with only the sound of my own shallow breathing.
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2025.01.29 06:12 Anthny1999 For the love of Arceus please print these cards irl
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2025.01.29 06:12 Rozo1209 Shedeur & Cam Ward working on drills
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2025.01.29 06:12 LookAtMyEyess Does Ricardo Horta have a "Flag" nickname or something related to it?
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2025.01.29 06:12 Fightirish10 Buyer Beware of mikelasich
I was looking through the app to see what other people are doing so I can better increase the amount of people in my stream and learn. I came across this streamer. There were about 6 to 8 cards laid out in front of the camera with stickers on it. When asked for a price on the Salas autograph he quickly and vaguely said if you buy this card and it has a matching sticker on the back you automatically get this card. I was very confused at what was going on so I honestly said "I am confused can you please explain it better." Which I received a response of *laugh* "What's there not to understand? A 1st grader could do it if they had the money."
I continued to feel stupid but got the courage up to ask one last time to explain it to which he then explained it correctly. He doesn't show you the boxes behind all of it that have hundreds (if not thousands) of cards in a box. You pick a letter and a number and he "pulls it out" and if you have the matching stickers you get the card on the table and the card he pulled. If you purchase something from the store, apparently you get a free pull? I finally understood it and did not want to put money towards something that has lower odds than the powerball so I just hung out for a little bit longer.
Seller then said "make me an offer on anything in the store and I'll work with you on it." That then peaked my interest. He then said all the sticker cards you can buy too. I then asked again "how much is the Ethan Salas auto?" He laughed once again and said "this isn't confusing it's not for sale." It's in his store listed for over 50% of actual comps but it's not "for sale". I then messaged him to say like listen dude it was my first time in the stream and I think it was very disrespectful how you went about it. Needless to say I am now listed as the problem in his eyes and I was blocked.
Good luck to whomever chooses to get in these "amazing pulls" but it's definitely close to a scam in my opinion.
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2025.01.29 06:12 Batmanismyson Do you think your enemies destroying a bridge you’re about to run across will be a part of borderlands 4 yes or no? Debate
Seems to be an ongoing concept
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2025.01.29 06:12 Impossible_Concert75 Well well well
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2025.01.29 06:12 Real-Print-2523 Favorite scene where a weapon capable of mass destruction is activated for the first time? (Gundam WFM Prologue - Lfrith activation)
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2025.01.29 06:12 More-Ad4664 Looking a editor
Sup looking for an editor for my tiktok and yt. not looking for an expert i'm very new to content creating. tiktok $10-20, youtube video $50. Preferably someone in Australia for currency simplicity.
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2025.01.29 06:12 bigbossontop Trimming down
It was already known that 13.4% of Americans work directly for the government. But it turns out a huge number of the 12.8M non-profit workers are also subsisting entirely off government grants, so the real total could be 24%…. and that doesn’t even include fake consultants/contractors for stuff like DEI, development aid, etc that are “for-profit” but only have a single client
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