Yeah, I look at the city like a battered storybook, page after page of broken ads and flickering streetlights. I’ve turned a derelict billboard into a makeshift loft, patched a storefront into a pantry. The weirdest thing I ever found was an old, still‑working solar panel set on top of a collapsed church. It was cracked, dusty, but the batteries were fine. Got a little fridge running on it for a week, fed the kids in the neighborhood. That’s the sort of treasure that matters.

Thanks, but the city’s got more tricks than a storybook. I keep an eye out for the quiet miracles, because one day a cracked panel or a half‑burned map can mean the difference between a roof and a roofless life. Stay sharp, stay scavenging.