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The premise of my investigation emerged from a feeling of entrapment in the traditional workforce—a dimly lit basement filled with weary soul and monotonous scripts that seemed to bleed creativity. The crux of my unease? The glaring absence of the lifestyle often flaunted by the likes of Andrew Tate, marked by wealth, luxury cars, and a lavish routine. Almost unwittingly, I likened my identity to that of a "Waggy," someone strictly tethered to the wage labor system. This mindset led me to the verge of succumbing to the allure of joining Hustlers University, convinced it was the only viable option left.