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So there was this poor soul, who thought clicking “approve” on a shady website was no big deal. Turns out, it was like leaving your front door wide open while you went on vacation—except the thief had a 16-month head start. When they finally decided to pounce on August 2, 2025, they scooped up nearly $908,551 in USDC faster than you can say “digital apocalypse.”
Source – X (Yes, even whales have their secrets!)
Behold, the weekly Uniswap (UNI/USDT) chart—a tale as old as time! 🕰️ That pesky horizontal resistance band between $10.49 and $10.85 is back, like a bad sequel. It rejected price advances in mid-2022, early 2024, and now it’s like, “Third time’s the charm?” 🤷♂️ UNI’s recent surge brought it back to this cliffhanger, hovering around $9.06. But the latest weekly candle’s like, “Uh-oh, momentum’s fading. Rally, schmalley!” 😓
Amidst this chaos, a figure emerges—Eric Trump, son of the great American eagle, with a voice that echoes through the corridors of digital reverie: “Buy the dips!!! $BTC $ETH” he proclaims, as if the gods of fortune listened to the pleas of mortal folly. And he, with boundless confidence, throws his lot into the swirling maelstrom, serving on the board of Metaplanet—a Japanese firm so eager to hoard Bitcoin that it plans to amass 200,000 units by 2027, practically a testament to human greed’s eternal hunger. Meanwhile, the elder Trump’s vice versa runs deep — Executive Vice President indeed — with whispers of DeFi whales snatching $ETH at a splendid average of $3,294, whispering secrets of trust amid a universe teetering on chaos. 🤪
Polymarket—ah yes, that handy playground for armchair Sherlocks and psychic parrots—was abuzz with wagers flying around faster than a cat on a hot tin roof. Traders were tossing bets on every conceivable outcome involving the lady herself, Ghislaine Maxwell. When Maxwell’s recent tête-à-tête with the Department of Justice was exposed, it lit a fire under the betting barn, setting tongues wagging and odds plummeting. Now, after her latest trip from the sunny confines of Florida’s FCI Tallahassee to the more relaxed, let’s say, FPC Bryan in Texas, bettors are sharpening their pencils.
Bitcoin (BTC) has done its best impression of a rollercoaster, bouncing off the 50-day EMA and aiming for a lovely trip to $148,000. 🎢
Enter stablecoins, the blockchain version of your honest Sunday dollar (give or take the snake oil salesman). The world’s bustling with merchants, dreamers, and mamas sending junior his weekly rations—all of them just itching for payment that doesn’t take longer to settle than Aunt Polly’s family feuds.
The omens are dire. On-chain whispers and technical auguries foretell a plunge below $3,000, a fate as inevitable as the winter that follows autumn. 🍂❄️
While crypto’s loudmouths are hyping memecoins like they’re the next *Blazing Saddles*, Ethereum’s quietly fixing the world. 🌍 It’s like the Clark Kent of blockchain—saving the day but never getting the credit. 🦸♂️ Remittances? Check. Identity? Check. Stable savings? Double check. But these stories are trapped in the crypto echo chamber. 🗣️
But wait, there’s more despair to unpack! Analysts (those modern-day oracles) are now whispering ominously of a potential 40% crash. Apparently, Pi Coin broke through a “bearish triangle pattern” — which sounds less like finance and more like a geometry exam gone horribly awry. With resistance once near $0.74 crumbling faster than my resolve during dessert, and support around $0.44 giving way like soggy biscuits, we’re looking at a future where $0.26 becomes the new floor. Truly, the stuff of nightmares—or farce, depending on your perspective 🎭.
