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>>55893810
I buy from whoever reputable seller sells the cheapest off find bullion prices.

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Can /pmg/ name the cities where if you deposited gold into their banking systems in 1900 you would still have it in 2000?

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We are going to break 20k today and we are ALL going to make it.

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>>24769016
I would imagine the users of r/buttcoin are people that knew about and maybe even held bitcoin sub $1000 USD however they either never bought or sold early and watched the price go up massively. In order to cope with missing out on financial freedom they fud bitcoin in their sad little echo chamber hoping for the price to go down.

It's a mental condition called no bitcoin syndrome.

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This makes me want to buy more bitcoin.

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>>24751661
The value of human labour itself has decreased due to automation, it is natural for wages to stagnate. This is why we are headed for a society with either vaccines that make the global useless class unable to have children or we give the useless masses UBI. Probably a bit of both.

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Send it faggot and post the response and you will be fucking BASED

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I don't post nicos anymore because the linkies that remain are bagholders for life and I see no reason to torment them.

Just like we don't make fun of people that lost everything in bitconnect

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“I’ll show you! Stand off,” Mikolka screamed frantically; he threw down the shaft, stooped down in the cart and picked up an iron crowbar. “Look out,” he shouted, and with all his might he dealt a stunning blow at the poor mare. The blow fell; the mare staggered, sank back, tried to pull, but the bar fell again with a swinging blow on her back and she fell on the ground like a log.

“Finish her off,” shouted Mikolka and he leapt beside himself, out of the cart. Several young men, also flushed with drink, seized anything they could come across—whips, sticks, poles, and ran to the dying mare. Mikolka stood on one side and began dealing random blows with the crowbar. The mare stretched out her head, drew a long breath and died.

“You butchered her,” someone shouted in the crowd.

“Why wouldn’t she gallop then?”

“My property!” shouted Mikolka, with bloodshot eyes, brandishing the bar in his hands. He stood as though regretting that he had nothing more to beat.

“No mistake about it, you are not a Christian,” many voices were shouting in the crowd.

But the poor boy, beside himself, made his way, screaming, through the crowd to the sorrel nag, put his arms round her bleeding dead head and kissed it, kissed the eyes and kissed the lips.... Then he jumped up and flew in a frenzy with his little fists out at Mikolka. At that instant his father, who had been running after him, snatched him up and carried him out of the crowd.

“Come along, come! Let us go home,” he said to him.

“Father! Why did they... kill... the poor horse!” he sobbed, but his voice broke and the words came in shrieks from his panting chest.

“They are drunk.... They are brutal... it’s not our business!” said his father. He put his arms round his father but he felt choked, choked. He tried to draw a breath, to cry out—and woke up.

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>>18143806
T. scared kike (((landlord)))

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>>18141098
Come on he wasn't that bad, he was just a lad when he painted most of his stuff and he never had any real training.

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