....Across the velvet table purred his nemesis , Mr. Doge. Slick, smug, and backed by a cartel of bored apes and Telegram bots.
“All in,” Whiskercoin meowed coolly, pushing a stack of golden tokens. Doge wagged. “Foolish cat. You trade on emotion.” Sir Whiskercoin blinked slowly. “And you bark at candles.”
The final card fell. The blockchain blinked. Silence. Then.........A flush of sats.
The casino roared. Whales wept. The apes vanished in rug-pulled despair. Sir Whiskercoin licked his paw and strolled out, the moonlight glinting off his hardware wallet.
Bond theme song plays:
In aaaassa world of barking traders
and meowing influencers,
only one rule matters
never
never
never chase pumps.
Be the cat.
