I Don’t Know What This Is Anymore – But I Can’t Leave.

It always starts innocent. A meme. A link. Some dude in heart glasses holding a can. Next thing you know, you’re half-naked in a Telegram voice chat, sweating through your bedsheets, sending questionable stickers and calling strangers “king” while tagging influencers like your life depends on it.

This isn’t just another coin. This is full-on degenerate possession. The chat’s leaking. The memes are unholy. The alpha is either divine prophecy or a sleep-deprived fever hallucination – and nobody cares. You’ll catch a typo, a thirst trap, and a liquidity pool all in the same thread. You’ll come for a vibe and leave wondering why your phone smells like axe body spray and guilt.

The devs aren’t doxxed – they’re summoned. The community hasn’t blinked in 48 hours. And Chad? Chad is shirtless, glowing, and possibly your new stepdad.

This isn’t a launch. It’s a spiritual wetting. A tidal wave of memes, moans, and market mayhem. You don’t buy in… you get swallowed.

https://linktr.ee/Thirsty_Chad 💦