
Look, I'll keep it simple. I spent years in real, professional kitchens — the kind with screaming head chefs, 14-hour shifts, and dinner plates that cost more than your rent. I mastered the craft. I earned the whites. I was that guy. And then I said… "You know what would be more fun? Destroying randoms on Xbox while people watch." I traded Michelin stars for kill streaks. I swapped mise en place for loadouts. And instead of plating up five-course tasting menus, I'm now servin ass whoopins.
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