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They paid an average of $153.10 per token—a price tag that would make even Lady Bracknell consider divesting her pearls. The objective? Compound those SOL holdings like love letters in a drawer, earning rewards until the very sound of “staking” inspires envy in every overheated investor.

Source – X

In a recent X post, Bloomberg’s James Seyffart, a man who seems to have a crystal ball for these things, suggested that an XRP ETF could be the next big thing. This prediction is based on the 95% chance of approval that Seyffart and his colleague, Eric Balchunas, have calculated for this year. They were spot on with their 95% prediction for the SOL ETF, so it’s not like they’re just throwing darts at a board. 🎯

Picture, if you will, a coin, noble in intent, tied by the ankle to the mighty US dollar and promising to hold its value as firmly as a Parisienne clutches her purse in a crowd. Yet our Governor frets: If the rabble adopts these stablecoins, will the financial system wobble like a courtier after too much wine?

Ah, Aeza Group — that charming BPH provider from the frosty land of Russia — has been politely told off by Uncle Sam for hosting cybercriminals’ wild soirées, affecting victims across the globe, including the U.S. Of course, one suspects they didn’t receive a thank-you note.

Over the weekend, our dear cryptocurrency made a valiant attempt to rise above its station. Success, alas, proved as fleeting as sincerity at a debutante ball. Today, it nearly caressed the rarefied air of $109,000, only to be reminded by the market’s disapproving aunts—who, in this case, resemble bearish sellers—that one must never aspire above one’s place (unless armed with far more liquidity).

Crypto, you see, never clocks out. It’s a bit like Las Vegas, if every casino only exchanged obscure assets and everyone wore pajamas. So, if the price does strange things over the weekend, blame low trading volume and perhaps too many mimosa-fueled decisions.

CNBC called, eager for prophecy. Ed obliged, speaking with the steady patience of a man well-acquainted with both overcooked optimism and fried pessimism.