I went to an antique store with a couple of my best friends recently. I was expecting something yard-sale adjacent—a dusty, mismatched jumble of forgotten objects shoved into a warehouse with a ten-year lease.
What we walked into was nothing like that.
Instead, it was floor after floor of carefully curated booths, each one buzzing with its own personality…
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