Claire Cugir Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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As the sun started to set, I felt this wave of calm wash over me. Cugir, with its hills and the sound of laughter, it’s kinda magical. I mean, yeah, it’s chaotic, but that’s what makes it home, right? I was feeling all sentimental when I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for hours, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Cugir memories, man. They hit different.

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