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Alright, mate, buckle up—here’s my take on “whore” as a consumption psychologist, Elon-style, with a twist of *25th Hour* vibes. Look, when I see "whore," I don’t just see some lazy label—it’s a freakin’ socioeconomic signal, a data point screaming about human desire, supply chains, and dopamine hits gone wild. People sling it around like it’s just trash talk, but nah, it’s a freakin’ algorithm of need, power, and cash flow. Kinda like how Monty in *25th Hour*—you know, Ed Norton’s finest—looks at his last day of freedom and goes, “This is it, this is my life.” Whore’s the same, man—a mirror of what we crave and hate.

De-branding my body

1 perforated pottery disc - a spindle whore? Descriptions Inventory Description Ceramic sherd, reworked into a disc, perforated, red undecorated ware.

I mean, like, my pleasure coaching goes way beyond just the physical. I've seen how a city like Tooele, with its hidden corners and unpolished beauty, can totally transform moods. I'm always, like, amazed by how a random conversation by the side of the road or a stumble into an old, abandoned warehouse on Silver Ave. (yeah, that place totally has that Spring Breakers chaos, like "Hey, we never left the party!") can flip your whole perspective.

The purifying power of Gethsemane