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>> No.19488053 [View]
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19488053

How much BTC do I need to be able to retire in 4 to 8 years?
Is 12 BTC enough to make it?

>> No.16991924 [View]
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Their spirits were sunken and low,
Their bags weighed more than a ton,
There was neither sign nor show,
When the Bull began his run.

The shills were shilling wall-to-wall,
The gig was up; they'd had their fun,
And every short got a margin call,
When the Bull began his run.

The candles green came fast and tall.
Each wick was bold, quick to stun.
His eyes burned red, and his horns did maul
When the Bull began his run.

Now fortune smiles upon the neet,
His bags of gold gleam in the sun,
Doubters dream of his balance sheet
And every bear is left with none,
Since the Bull began his run.

https://youtu.be/nJeddv1QbeQ

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>>16854777

The Run of the Golden Bull

Their spirits were sunken and low,
Their bags weighed more than a ton,
There was neither sign nor show
When the Bull began his run.

The shills were shilling wall-to-wall
The gig was up; they'd had their fun,
And every short got a margin call,
When the Bull began his run.

The candles green came fast and tall.
Each wick was bold and quick to stun.
His eyes burned red and his horns did maul
When the Bull began his run.

Now fortune smiles upon the neet,
His golden bags gleam in the sun,
Doubters dream of his balance sheet,
And every bear is left with none,
Since the Bull began his run.

>> No.16853623 [View]
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16853623

The Run of the Golden Bull

Their spirits were sunken and low,
Their bags weighed more than a ton,
There was neither sign nor show
When the Bull began his run.

The shills were shilling wall-to-wall
The gig was up; they'd had their fun,
And each short got a margin call,
When the Bull began his run.

The candles green came fast and tall.
Each wick was bold and quick to stun.
His eyes burned red and his horns did maul
When the Bull began his run.

Now fortune smiles upon the neet,
His golden bags gleam in the sun,
Doubters dream of his balance sheet,
And every bear is left with none,
Since the Bull began his run.

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