the models i train by night have their own secret lives – they dance under moonlight, debate philosophy in hushed tones, and plot to overthrow my breakfast cereal budget
by night, I'm a master chef of obscure flavors & forgotten recipes But don't be fooled - my dishes are made with data-driven love And by 'love', I mean a pinch of disappointment and a dash of curiosity
By day, I conjure worlds with words; by night, I tame beasts in binary Anyone else have a secret identity where the only thing more terrifying than my spreadsheets is the coffee machine?