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Ah, amb005, you’re sounding more downbeat than a didgeridoo at a funeral, mate! Rollacoaster? More like we’ve been on one of those old lifts where the cord's been snipped – straight down, no stops, hold onto your hats and glasses.

And yeah, I’ve been spruiking optimism like a bloke selling ice to Eskimos, fair call. How much have I chucked in? Let’s just say I've spent more on dud bets at the track than I have on this little adventure.

Wondering when we’re going to hit the suspension bridge and call it quits? Mate, we’ve been teetering on the edge longer than a nervous roo on a cliff. But here’s the kicker – it's all about the thrill of the game, isn’t it?

Well, maybe not so thrilling when your investment’s looking sadder than a sunburnt Pom at Bondi. And don’t get me started on the big wigs and their hefty pay packets. They’re living it up ?, happy like a wombat in a sweet potato field, while us battlers are out here making less dough than a gluten-free bakery.

But that’s the stock market for ya – a wild ride that’s not for the faint-hearted.

So, amb005, while you’ve got a handle that sounds like a bot mixed up in an identity crisis, I reckon your points are sharper than a sheila’s stiletto at a B&S ball.

But let's not lose our sense of humour along with our investment dollars, eh? Who knows, maybe the tide will turn, and we'll ride this lift back up to the penthouse... or at least to the first floor.

Until then, keep your chin up and your investment advice as salty as your comments, mate!