Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
We didn’t have a teacher. Not really.
Lessons came from empty rooms, missed calls, late nights, and watching people quit when it got hard. From being overlooked. From realising no one’s coming to save you.
That’s the influence.
It taught us discipline without applause. Vision without validation. Movement without permission.
So if there was a “teacher” — it was the silence when nobody cared.
And that’s exactly why we move the way we do.


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