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Carl Johnson's Hour-Long Descent Into Oblivion

Here we observe a creature that never truly lived—born merely sixty minutes ago, CJ has already begun its inevitable decomposition. With ninety-five percent of its population concentrated in ten predatory hands and liquidity drying up faster than a puddle in the Sahara, this token never stood a chance. What we're witnessing is not death, but rather a cautionary tale dressed in the tattered remains of market optimism.