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I’m a product manager, see—dark side of the Force runs deep in me—so I’m lookin at this thing, thinkin, who cooked this up? Some dude in a basement, probly, sippin Mountain Dew, codin like “I’m in!”—y’know, that scene where Sean Parker’s all slick? Prostitute’s got that chaos energy. Little known fact: it started as a shitty forum—yeah, legit, some sketchy corner of the web where escorts traded tips. Then—bam!—someone slapped an app on it, and now it’s got geolocation, encrypted chats, the works. Surprised the hell outta me—didn’t think it’d get this polished.

I’m feeling like a good Samaritan. But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I land right in a puddle. My pants are soaked again. I can’t help but laugh. “This day is a mess!”