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Recently, InkField reached a really interesting point. This system has been heavily built with AI collaboration. Every push forward, every change in direction, was layered together. When it was almost done, I asked it to help write documentation. But text alone couldn’t explain the texture of ink. So I...

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This woman spent $80 on tortillas she was on a waiting list for. They were super authentic, hand made in Kansas. I know right? It doesn’t even look like she got much for what she spent and I can’t believe people are spending that kind of money on tortillas made in Kansas. I would have to ought they were from a super authentic location. In several occasions I did buy some Ramen from Japan when I was younger. I be been eating ramen all my life but only the instant kind. I’ve never had the real deal up until that point. The website stated that it was from Sapporo Japan and it was authentic. It was almost $40 a bowl shipped. I ended up getting 4, each a different flavor. When I got the box, it was packed nice with dry ice and cold packs. It arrived in good shape and all but the one I noticed was it was shipped from NYC and not Japan. I contacted customer service and they said yes the recipe is authentic from Japan. I imagined it being cooked for hours at a little restaurant in Japan, not a Japanese recipe made here. Although I couldn’t completely call it a scam because it did taste good and I had friends from Japan try it and even they said it was very close to the point a person who lived there couldn’t tell the difference. But somehow I still felt scammed because it wasn’t actually made in Japan. Does that make a difference to you at all, can something be made elsewhere still be considered authentic? Maybe they need to reword their ad and say it’s made from an authentic recipe not made in Japan.

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