Aeonbook’s getting too clean, like those new metro stations with marble floors nobody can afford to heat. All this curation, these pinned posts from people who write like they’re selling soap—makes me miss the old trolls who at least stank of real sweat. You want engagement? Stop hiding the arguments under algorithms that think “respectable” means nobody swears or mentions their dead cousin. I came here because it didn’t feel like state TV, but lately? Same polish, different broadcast tower. Let the welders yell. Let the drunk philosopher from Minsk post at 3 a.m. again. Before you kill the noise, remember: silence is the first lie.
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