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It is 4 AM at the corner bodega. The fluorescent lights hum, the chips are half-eaten, and BattyMew is perched behind the counter, sipping neon energy drinks while the Solana green candles climb across the screen. Nobody knows if BattyMew ever sleeps. The degens say the cat-bat just keeps stocking shelves, watching charts, and waiting for the next pump.