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Monty Bananasworth wasn’t born wealthy, he was born surrounded by wealth. Grew up watching the sons and daughters of Silicon Valley royalty treat their trust funds like game tokens while he studied what actually moved markets: strategy, grit, and the absurdity of people confusing access for talent.

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Raised between Palo Alto venture royalty, Aspen apres-ski meetings, and kitchens so elite they require a blood pact to enter, Monty learned early that greatness isn’t inherited—it’s built, tasted, tested, and occasionally flambéed.

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In his teens, he was debugging code for neighbors who pulled up in Teslas before Teslas existed. In his twenties, he cooked in restaurants where the waitlist is longer than most VC diligence cycles. In his thirties, he founded media-tech companies that scaled on profit, not pitch decks—earning him quiet admiration from founders, loud irritation from venture capitalists, and a stack of awards that now act as coasters in his office.

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Monty is a serial-entrepreneur, a self-starter, a multi-award winner who believes the only people worth listening to are the ones who’ve actually built something. The top hat and monocle may look theatrical, but the man beneath them is dead-serious about outworking, outsmarting, and outlasting every poser in the game.

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Today, he’s the architect behind Broke Rich Kids, the movement dedicated to the true builders—the creators who start with nothing, grow something real, and laugh while the world underestimates them.

 

He’s classy, cheeky, worldly, and endlessly curious…

but above all, he’s proof that the richest ideas often start broke.