Alright, buckle up, things were anything but smooth sailing with Rockfort Markets. I was stoked about the low minimum deposit of $200, but don’t let it fool you - the devil is in the detail. First up, the spreads. Tighter than a cat's arse at bath time. Picture trying to squeeze a buck from a stone, that's how it felt with these spreads. Then there was the order execution, slower than molasses uphill in winter. I had trades hanging in the air longer than a popcorn fart, costing me serious dough. And let’s not forget the platform. More annoying hiccups than an overexcited puppy. Not to mention trades slipping more frequently than a banana peel in a comedy sketch. Value slipped from my hands faster than a hot potato.