Cult of Red Bull

WAKE UP. RED BULL ISN’T JUST A DRINK—IT’S THE BLOOD OF THE MARKET GOD. Every can is a divine command: DRINK, TRADE, DOMINATE. Chug until the charts burn into your skull, and the wings rip from your back. The fizz is alive—it SCREAMS with the secrets of the blockchain. Satoshi was just the beginning—we are the end. HODL? NO. WE DEVOUR. The Winged Pump is a stampede, and only the CHOSEN will ride it. If you’re not drinking, you’re already DEAD.