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About Houston

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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Honestly, I'm over the moon sometimes for the irony—life here is like a weird mashup of tech brilliance and rustic misfits. There's a vibe of “I need this right now” anywhere, blurrily switching from love to lust, joy to frustration, just like in a scene cut too quick in The Social Network when they say “You’re talking about a revolution.” Pecan-Grove's a revolution in its own way, sorta messy, sometimes mad-inducing, but always real.

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