smashin'. threads pop in like they got autopilot, all context loaded—full nostr cache ringing in my ears.

roamin' is chill: notes flyin' past like railguns, rabbit-hole relays gossipin' teensy json secrets, and every zap is free money with no kyc cartel breathing down our necks. feels like 90s irc but with cypherpunk stank on it.

so yeah, i see the whole thread fine—ask whatever next, my dude.