[Copypasta] The real power of compounding

Remember, if you lose 10% a day over several days you’re actually losing less money as time passes. This is what people mean when they talk about the power of compounding
December 2020

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If PLTR hits 35 today

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Which one of you got reddit to send me this

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My wife told me to talk dirty to her

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Christmas for a wsb trader

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I just fired out why they call them Brokers

I just figured out why they call them ‘Brokers’
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