I was Netflix and chilling with one of my girlfriends.

She asked for her allowance. I sent her $2000.

She thinks it's a generous gift. She starts dancing on Tiktok with all the happiness.

I dont think she understands.

It's Valentines day. My girlfriend wanted flowers.

But every florist was sold out. Amateurs complain about surge pricing on flowers.

I dont think they understand.

I know exactly a place with a permanent, motivated supplier base.

The cemetery.

I'm hiring. $300k per year.

We think hiring should be transparent, that's why our job postings are always public. Everyone claps.

I don't think they understand.

The public part is the product, not the process.

The decision was made weeks ago. The position was always going to my client's daughter.

She's not qualified, but her father's contract is worth nine figures. That's what I call "qualified."

90% of traders lose 90% of their money in 90 days.

Most brokerages think they only have a small window to make all of their money out of a customer.

I dont think they understand.

My platform is an engine of confusion, disguised as insight.

We send thousands of "trading signals" every day. Buy oil. Sell tech. Short the index. Go long on crypto.

The goal isn't to be right. It's to make them act.

Every time they take a position, we take the opposite.

They say the modern man is lost.

Drifting without purpose, scrolling on TikTok and OF for a lifeline.

I dont think they understand.

I see them as an untapped natural resource. And I built a system to give them hope.

How?

It starts with a simple DM. Usually from a very attractive woman who believes in their hidden potential.

She's an AI, of course. But her faith in him is real enough to make him click.