$POUCH

He didn't fall from a tree—he was yeeted from the blockchain during a liquidity rug at 3am. Birthed in a gas war, fermented in a wallet with no seed phrase, and raised by airdropped trash tokens, this apple wasn't grown—he was summoned. One part fruit, two parts fury, and 100% unregulated.

They said he'd never make it. Said apples couldn't pump. Said juice doesn't belong on chain. But he didn't listen. He was too busy squeezing.

His pouch isn't just a snack—it's a weapon. Packed with raw chart energy, enough natural pump to scare a stablecoin. Every squeeze sends shockwaves through the timeline. Candles? Green. Charts? Moist. Traders? Horny.

He doesn't count macros. He counts wallets. He doesn't offer financial advice. He offers pressure.

Now he roams the BASE chain shirtless, vein-popping, coin-flipping, and absolutely cooked off his own supply.

If you're reading this, it's already too late. You're deep in the orchard now.

Welcome to $POUCH.
Every squeeze leaves a stain.