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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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You know, my biz as a pleasure coach? It’s all about feeling those little sparks. It’s raw, uncut life right here in Issum. The tiny quirks, the unexpected moments—they're my fuel. I mean, come on, sometimes it’s like, “Boom!” and you’re hit with the sheer beauty of a crooked smile or the echo of a lost memory floating on the wind. Crazy, right?

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