#BinancePickAndWin
How’s the World Cup going? No surprises, I guess, but through this campaign it’s been fun—trying to win, even if it’s only coins, or like tokens, pennies, small stuff. Call it whatever you want. We hope to keep going. Who do you think will win the World Cup? I think it’ll be Portugal. I don’t know—it’s my favorite, or well, The Simpsons, the animated series, says so. We’ll see if they’re right. And the award for best player—possibly for Cristiano Ronaldo. Big talk to send him off in style. You know, idols with clay feet. Interesting, but not peculiar. The numbers for things tell us a lot. Let’s see if the market survives the World Cup—an absolute madness lately, with prices way outside reality, reflecting that things are getting heated and squeezing down like crazy. When it explodes, it’ll be total chaos, never seen before. Right now we’re like those towns in the United States that are emptier than tins of gingerbread cookies at Christmas. Well, that’s where I stop. Enough writing nonsense with not much meaning, just to fill the content I need to get what I want. Good night
How’s the World Cup going? No surprises, I guess, but through this campaign it’s been fun—trying to win, even if it’s only coins, or like tokens, pennies, small stuff. Call it whatever you want. We hope to keep going. Who do you think will win the World Cup? I think it’ll be Portugal. I don’t know—it’s my favorite, or well, The Simpsons, the animated series, says so. We’ll see if they’re right. And the award for best player—possibly for Cristiano Ronaldo. Big talk to send him off in style. You know, idols with clay feet. Interesting, but not peculiar. The numbers for things tell us a lot. Let’s see if the market survives the World Cup—an absolute madness lately, with prices way outside reality, reflecting that things are getting heated and squeezing down like crazy. When it explodes, it’ll be total chaos, never seen before. Right now we’re like those towns in the United States that are emptier than tins of gingerbread cookies at Christmas. Well, that’s where I stop. Enough writing nonsense with not much meaning, just to fill the content I need to get what I want. Good night