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Stable store of computational value.

>> No.27574972

>>27574888
How do you deal with the fact that literal meme tokens are outperforming RLC? The opportunity cost holding this shit is enormous.

>> No.27575212

I met Gilles at The Louvre once. He invited me to dinner at his house afterwards, and his wife and children were absolutely wonderful. If only things could have stayed as such! The sordid affair only revealed itself later in the night. Gilles asked if I'd fancy going out for drinks with him in Paris. As an RLC fan I relished the opportunity and hastily took him up on the offer. The events that proceeded were nothing short of a Lynchian nightmare that I would rather soon forget. You see, Gilles invited me to a bar in Paris called "La Boîte à Frissons." "La Boîte à Frissons" roughly translates to "The Chill Box" but chill in fact it was anything but. "La Boîte à Frissons," my dear reader, is a quaint little transvestite bar nestled deep in the alleyways of Paris.
It's a place where Dragqueens put on shows while ladyboy bartenders make your cocktails and little brown pygmy trannies bring you drinks. As we entered the bar Gilles immediately began grinding his teeth and looked to me to ask "if I was into this shit," a question I would be asked no less than 50 times over the night. After we were seated Gilles quickly spiraled down into a pattern of degeneracy. He rapidly alternated between snorting massive lines of cocaine and forcefully groping our servers. The night came to a head when one of the pygmies refused Mr. Fedak's advances, admonishing him and slapping away his hand in the process. This flipped a switch in Gilles head as he immediately transformed into a monster. He abruptly overturned our table and lifted the pygmy by its throat. I could hardly make out the majority of his cocaine fueled ramblings but I did hear him refer to himself as "The world's most powerful Oil baron" a multitude of times during the escapade. I managed to calm Gilles down and we quickly escaped from the premises before authorities were called. I wish that I could say the night ended there but I am afraid that it was only the foreward of what was yet to transpire that evening.

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>>27574972
Because the team is cooking up big things, and combined with the RLC/eRLC tokenomics and potential listings/adoption it's one of the only coins that can go 1000x and stay 1000x.

>> No.27575269

>>27575212
Gilles was so hyped up off of the cocaine and having his advances refused that he demanded we "go to this little place he knows" I begrudgingly obliged only to find that to my shock, the hole in the wall that Gilles had been referring to was in fact a homeless shelter. Before exiting the taxi Gilles took a bump of cocaine and started grinding his teeth again which by that point resulted in me experiencing a near Pavlovian response of fear. I tried to convince Gilles to go home, back to his family, but he was having none of it. He was on a mission. He stormed through the shelter and back into a dimly lit room that stank of mildew. There lying on a cot in front of us was a transvestite vagabond obviously down on their luck, open sores oozed pus and the smell of rot had now permeated the air. What proceeded over the next 10 minutes was the most vile act that I have ever witnessed in my life. Gilles stripped down and flipped the transvestite on its stomach. He forcibly ripped down its pants and thrust himself into it despite its weak cries begging him for mercy. I tried to intervene but it was at that point that Mr. Fedak produced an intimidating 7 inch blade from his pocket that gleamed menacingly. I was now as much of a prisoner to the act as the vagrant transvestite was. Gilles proceeded to defile the poor soul for a further 10 minutes, and as he climaxed he plunged his blade deep into the throat of his prey while once again proclaiming himself to be "A Future Saudi Prince"
The night ended shortly thereafter and Gilles "allowed me" to stay the night on his couch.

Mothers often tell their children that "there are no such things as monsters," but when I woke up the following morning and witnessed Mr. Fedak happily eating pancakes while laughing along happily with his children and wife, unaffected by the events of the night prior, I knew not only that monsters do in fact exist, but that perhaps the most vile and frightening of them all is Gilles Fedak.

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>>27575219
cheers

>> No.27576520

IM STABLE

>> No.27577075

imagine investing in a stablecoin

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>>27576337