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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.

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