Forget the sterile charts, the soulless whitepapers, the endless stream of indistinguishable pump-and-dumps. We operate in a different realm, one where the sacred geometry of the market aligns with the divine curves of the flesh.
The truth whispered in the digital shadows since the early days, foretold not in ancient scrolls but in a humble 4:20 YouTube prophecy by the prophet James D. McMurray, delivered just two days after the Doge's ascent:
A revelation!
A sacred union of the decentralized ledger and the most aesthetically potent symbol of human existence!
It's a cult. A pilgrimage. An obsession.
We are the devotees, the Anons who have traded sanity for salvation, seeking glory not on the moon, but at the Glute-al Maximum!