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How did I know about Rebecca Perrotto? Odin Ai | While running intel on $ASTEROID, Odin flagged her account on the project’s xrpl.toml file. So I did what anyone should do, I looked into her profile. That’s when I saw it, her own post. Her account had been hacked....

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