Right Click Save - The Accidental Crypto Criminal
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Last published Tue, Oct 11, 2022
I feel guilty. Guilty for not delivering on promises I never even wanted to make.
"Wen utility" chanted the crypto scalpers and NFT speculators, but I was a rookie then. Instead of caving to their every demand, THAT was my opportunity to share my vision. But I had none. It had all happened so fast.
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