I was staring into the void of the 3 AM charts when the bottom fell out. Another pump-and-dump job, another ghostly whisper in the decentralized dark. They call it 'The Dip,' but I call it the shakeout.

The boys at the exchange desk are scrambling, trying to trace the whale that just moved a mountain of liquidity. But me? I poured a fresh cup of coffee, lit a smoke, and leaned back. The secret isn't finding who pulled the trigger—it's knowing exactly when they'll reload. If you can’t handle the midnight volatility, stick to fiat. We hold the line until the signal clears. You in or out, pal?