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So, “whore”—what’s it mean to me? It’s not just some cheap label. Naw, it’s deeper—a product, a system, a vibe. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my PM chair, sippin’ coffee, tryna build somethin’ people want. And “whore” pops up—not a person, but a metaphor, dig? Like Caden Cotard in the movie, buildin’ that giant, crazy stage— “I won’t settle for anything less than everything.” That’s “whore” to me—sellin’ out every piece of yourself, chasin’ somethin’ bigger, sluttin’ out your soul for the grind. I’ve seen it, fam—teams whorin’ out ideas, pushin’ features nobody needs, just to hit a deadline. Pisses me off, man!

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Suddenly, the elevator stops. Just stops! I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear her breathing all heavy, and I’m thinkin’, “Lady, chill! We’ll be fine.” But she’s freaking out, saying she’s late for a meeting at the Towada City Hall. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a meeting. You’ll live.” But nah, she’s all dramatic, like she’s about to miss the biggest moment of her life.

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