I remember the first time someone told me their coins were "anonymous." Wow! The sentence landed oddly. It sounded like a promise you could buy at a coffee shop, and my gut said somethin' was off. After a few years of fiddling with wallets, mempools, and the occasional paranoid spreadsheet, I learned that anonymity is a process, not a product—messy, contextual, and sometimes frankly expensive. Here's...