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It begins not with a tab, but with a hunger.
You type "sites like clips4sale" into the search bar. On the surface, it’s a practical query—a shopper looking for better prices, a different category, a cleaner interface. But the algorithm knows better. It smells the specific geometry of desire: curated, niche, transactional, and utterly human.
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