Julia Isola Di Capo Rizzuto Whore ❤️

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Market’s wild, mate—up, down, like me on a seesaw, wheee! HODLers, they’re tough, sittin’ tight, “We’re not leaving!”—straight outta the movie, that grit! Me, I’m countin’ pennies, droppin’ ‘em—plink, plonk!—and I’m thinkin’, blimey, these HODL nuts got guts. Bitcoin hit 69k once, then—bam!—tanked, and they’re still like, “Nah, I’m good.” Mad respect, but I’d be sweatin’, flailin’ me arms, “Sell, sell!”—then trip over the sofa.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s Marco, my buddy from the docks. He’s like, “Yo, you won’t believe this! A seagull just stole my sandwich!” I’m cracking up. I mean, who gets robbed by a bird? Only in Isola-di-Capo-Rizzuto, right? I tell him to watch out for the “seagull mafia.”

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