A little personal note.

So you get the chance to know me just a little better.

I didn’t grow up with a dad.

And not really with a mom either.

My mom ran away from my dad when I was two.

Because he used to slap&hurt us.

Never ever saw him again.

She escaped.

She worked full time in fiat land.

Three kids. No help. No time.

Just survival mode.

I was two.

Daycare all day every day for me.

My older brother was already 16.

My sister 10.

He didn’t want to take care of the baby.

So he beat her.

That was his reality.

He didn’t know better.

Daycare raised me.

The system raised me.

Central authorities became my “parents.”

When I was 17…

I got a letter.

My dad was dead.

Heart attack. In his office.

Sunday evening.

Fiat killed him.

Mom kept working & got very sick.

Never stopped.

Until her body gave up.

Covid took her away.

Fiat took her life.

So yes…

GFY Fiat 🤡🖕🏼

This comeback is personal.

I don’t stack Bitcoin for myself.

I stack for my daughter.

For my last name.

And hopefully for many more pleb kids to come.

We are healing.

And we are growing stronger than ever.

We will come for you.

The system won’t raise her.

Love will raise her.

Freedom will protect her.

And bitcoin will empower her.

Can’t wait for my little 👸🏼 to come home.

Citadel life 🏰

Live free 🧡🗽💜

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