Living on the wrong side of the grind is a lot of fun.
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We like to snoop around here. We turn ideas upside down and stretch them out like bubblegum. We fight them. We dance with them. We sleep with them & then shape them into Frankesteins created in the mirror of our discontempt for a society that values tasks over thinking.
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But most importantly, we explore.

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Join the Shackeltons of the hustle culture. The Don Quixotes fighting the windmills of regurgitated content. The brain-poking Huckleberry Finns.
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The wanderers.
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The rebels without a very clear cause, but [let me Google this thing and... oh wow, I didn't know this, what happens if I click on this link?]
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