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admin
There’s a certain trader in every Mammy Market, the one whose stall you can find without thinking twice.She doesn’t have the biggest space or the fanciest signboard. But she’s there every single day. Rain falls,
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admin
Long before the internet, algorithms, and hashtags, there was trust.Auntie Ngozi at the Mammy Market didn’t need Facebook ads. Her fried rice sold out daily because one soldier told another. Soon, the whole barracks knew
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In every Mammy Market, there’s always that one trader everyone knows.Not because her prices are the lowest but because her customers can’t stop talking about her.They bring their friends, tell their neighbors, and even brag
