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This post reflects on my experience of repeatedly failing the Google AdSense review processâeven though everyone said it was âeasy.â If youâre feeling discouraged too, I want you to know: Youâre not alone.
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ð¬ Three months. That was the deal. And somehow, it became my spaceâmy small piece of the internet. Maybe Iâll give up someday. But not today. Today, Iâm still standing in the ring.
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ð¬ If this post resonated with you even a little, feel free to check out my other stories tooâfeaturing side hustles, a fluffy Shiba, and conversations with my AI buddy Chappy.
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ð¬ Wondering who Chappy really is? Youâll find the full story in this post: Who the heck is Chappy?
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