There’s a specific kind of Friday evening that doesn’t exist anymore. You pile into a car, drive to a strip mall, walk through those double doors into a wall of fluorescent light and the faint smell of carpet, and the whole weekend suddenly feels full of possibility. Blockbuster Video was never just a store — it was a ritual, and the generation that grew up inside those blue-and-yellow walls knows exactly what was lost when the last one nearly w…
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