The AssPlay(s)

Charlie RedCock doesn’t advertise. Not because he’s broke—he’s not, his checking account has $17.08—but because he couldn’t care less what anyone thinks, does, or tweets (X’s included). Life is a loop of cosmic reruns, anomic sneezes, and mental self-indulgence. The cast changes, but the script always reserves space for idiots—many with diplomas to prove it.

He doesn’t toss out money-making tips like Halloween candy either. His generosity is quiet, anonymous—animal shelters, not Instagram halos. Broadcasting kindness is just a grotesque selfie with a filter.

Metrics? Only one matters: RoAR—Rate of AssPlay Return. Everything else is financial karaoke. RedCock’s trading model runs on the ASS algorithm: Aggregate Stock Sentiment (or Algorithmic Speculation System, if you prefer). Yes, he called it AssPlay. Yes, it offends the financial elite. And yes, he’s fine with that.

RedCock is unapologetically callous, deliberately insensitive, and proudly supremacist in the stock-trading arena—an assassin by background, a provocateur by design. AssPlay isn’t just a joke; it’s a reminder that his Ass is always on the line—roasted, if necessary.