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LUNO

Luno holding his storybook open
his whole story
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chapter one

Born in a kitchen.

Russellville, Missouri, the 1930s. A woman named Luna stitched him together from a pair of worn-out red-heel work socks.

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chapter two

Made from almost nothing.

Money was tight. Toys were a luxury. So she did what people did then: she made something out of almost nothing for her kids. Six sons, five of them later off to war.

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chapter three

Loved hard.

That little monkey got passed around, loved hard, stained, stitched, and still held together.

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chapter four

Almost tossed.

Decades later he almost got tossed. His owner's grandkids didn't want him. She couldn't stand the thought of him ending up in a trash bag.

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chapter five

Saved.

So she called the Sock Monkey Museum. They took him in, named him Luno after the woman who made him, and gave him a quiet corner where people still pick him up and smile.

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chapter six

Not this time.

Memecoins get treated the same way. Communities get torn up and scattered. Luno already lived it. The only reason he's still here is because a few people refused to let him go.

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the luno crew

Meet the crew. We all eat.

Luno with his feet up in a black leather recliner in a city penthouse, cash and a drink on the table
held since the 1930s.
Luno and two friends at three trading screens at night, cash and whiskey on the table
we're so back.
Luno on a yacht deck raising a glass of champagne
yacht szn.
Luno and two friends raising a glass at dinner in a restaurant above the city
dinner's on us.
1930sheld by all of us
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Luno and friends leaning on sports cars outside a mansion
we made it.
Luno with a frog and a monkey friend behind a sign reading best crypto mascots
the whole crew.
Luno lounging on a yacht with company and a bucket of champagne
wagmi.
Luno and a frog friend on laptops at a desk covered in cash and coins
doing research.
Luno lying back on a pile of cash, fanning a handful of bills
not this time.
Luno and two friends in tuxedos at a dinner table above the city at night
top floor.
Luno on a yacht with friends, champagne and a pile of cash
boat day.
Luno and a friend at the trading desk at night, city lights through the window
diamond hands.
Luno in a VIP booth with friends, champagne and gold on the table
everyone's vip.
his whole story

Not a brand.
Saved by a few people.

hi. i'm luno.
Luno acting out his story
01

Born in a kitchen.

Russellville, Missouri, the 1930s. A woman named Luna stitched him together from a pair of worn-out red-heel work socks.

02

Made from almost nothing.

Money was tight. Toys were a luxury. So she did what people did then: she made something out of almost nothing for her kids. Six sons, five of them later off to war.

03

Loved hard.

That little monkey got passed around, loved hard, stained, stitched, and still held together.

04

Almost tossed.

Decades later he almost got tossed. His owner's grandkids didn't want him. She couldn't stand the thought of him ending up in a trash bag.

05

Saved.

So she called the Sock Monkey Museum. They took him in, named him Luno after the woman who made him, and gave him a quiet corner where people still pick him up and smile.

06

Not this time.

Memecoins get treated the same way. Communities get torn up and scattered. Luno already lived it. The only reason he's still here is because a few people refused to let him go.

pull up a chair

One community.
One monkey.

Stop spreading thin across a hundred coins. Rally around the one that already proved it can last, and support it the way that museum did for Luno.

"The red heel is still smiling. He's been through worse."

grab a corner

Don't let him
get tossed again.

He just needs people who won't let him get tossed again. One community, one monkey, one shot to actually take it somewhere.

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