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Philosphy of In10macy
"THE HOME OF GOOD VIBES."WE CREATED THIS SPACE WITH THE INTENT TO "WOO" YOUR MIND. THE EXPENSIVE TASTE, THE AURA, THE AESTHETIC, AND THE CULTURE. IT'S WHO WE ARE.
"THE CLASS OF 10."EVERYBODY'S GOT THE RIGHT TO LIVE THEIR LIFE THE WAY THEY WANT TO, BUT ONLY A 10 CHOOSES TO DO IT. SENSUALITY FLOWS THROUGH OUR VEINS, IT'S HOW WE SPEAK, HOW WE CONNECT.
ONCE YOU LET YOUR TONGUE TASTE THE WORDS, REST ASSURED IT WILL LEAVE A MARK - CONSIDER THIS A PROMISE FROM YOUR FAVOURITE SOUL PROVIDER.
"THE REAL RULER OF THE WORLD." A WISE MAN ONCE SAID, "SUCCESS COMES FROM DOING THE THINGS YOU LOVE MOST." LOVE IS FOUND WITHIN EVERY RICH SOUL. IN10MACY EMPOWERS YOU TO BE THAT RICH, PURE AND WHOLE SOUL. LOVE IS PURPLE.
LOVE IS THE TRUTH. LOVE IS 10.
[Scene opens: A balcony in Latin America. The Havana skyline behind him. The sun is low, gold slipping behind the buildings. He’s in linen. The cigar smoke curls like punctuation. Mr.10 speaks.]
She knows what time it is.
As I ash my cigar onto the ceramic tray,
Watching the ember flick into the Havana dusk,
I’m reminded of something they don’t teach you growing up poor:
Success don’t scream.
It leans back, plays slow music, and let’s the silence confirm the room you’ve earned.
This isn’t about fast cars or champagne fountains —
This is about emotional wealth.
Masculine balance.
Luxury of the inner kind.
That soft, rare currency you only gain after surviving too much and finally sitting still.
I used to think self - reflection was a waste of time.
Something for people with no ambition.
But the truth?
Reflection is a power move.
Self reflection IS for ambitious men.
It’s the moment after the deal, after the kiss, after the kill —
When you sit back and count not just what you’ve gained…
But what you’ve given to get it.
You see..
The real luxury lifestyle ain’t just
Lamborghini yachts and oceanview balconies.
It’s knowing how to unpack your wins
Without needing the world to clap for you.
That’s what this is.
Not a story,
A monologue for the modern man.
A stoic meditation on success, growth, grief, guilt
And getting closer to the 10/10 version of yourself
— without folding to the noise.
I’m still the same Mr.10 you met in love stories.
Still writing love in lowercase,
Still dressing pain in poetry,
But now?
Now I understand the difference between the price of things…
and the cost of becoming someone worthy of them.
They don’t talk about that, do they?
The way we bury heartbreak in Cuban cigars and silence worth more than gold.
But I do.
Right here.
Because being rich ain’t always in your wallet.
Sometimes, it’s in your ability to sit with your own reflection
— and not flinch.
This little piece here?
The one I’m writing in the middle of my summer…
Is what I call:
A moment.
A mirror.
A new habit of becoming better — with more GOD - GIVEN grace, more focus, and more emotional intelligence than ever before.
And you?
You’ve earned your seat at this table.
If you value luxury, depth, and the kind of storytelling that inspires you to become more..
Subscribe.
Join the Discord.
And step into the intimate conversation.
Because luxury is a mindset.
And IN10MACY is how to make it real.
#STAYTEN
[Scene Two: The smoke drifts slower now. The heat of the day has dipped. Havana’s skyline hums beneath the balcony. Mr.10 leans forward. Voice low but deliberate. ]
“People ask what IN10MACY is. I don’t explain it. I live it.”
See,
this wasn’t built off of claps.
It was carved in the quiet.
Birthed in the moments when I had every reason to fold —
But I didn’t.
IN10MACY ain’t a brand.
It’s a purpleprint.
A luxury lifestyle blog with a heartbeat.
For how to feel deeply… and still move like a man.
For how to write your life out truthfully… and not lose your edge.
This is what it looks like when pain turns into presence.
When silence turns into style.
When every heartbreak becomes a paragraph.
I wasn’t chasing influence.
I was chasing understanding.
Of the stories we carry and never speak.
Of what love looks like when you’ve seen war but still come home with heart intact.
IN10MACY is that space.
Not loud.
Not thirsty.
Just undeniable.
Like confidence that don’t need captioning.
This?
This is literature with a chain on.
Masculine growth storytelling — unfiltered.
Healing in HD.
Luxury for the soul that’s been through it and came back better — not bitter.
So what does IN10MACY look like today?
It looks like luxurious intimacy.
Cigar in hand.
Truth in my throat.
God in my decisions.
And storytelling that feels like the part of you even you reflection don’t know yet.
10 didn’t build this to go viral.
10 built this to go vertical.
Upward. Inward. Higher. Deeper.
Because that’s what real evolution looks like.
Welcome to the new standard.
Welcome to IN10MACY.
And if you don’t feel it yet?
You will.
READ: Irish Mentality & Little America: What We Inherited Without Knowing
“I know your wondering where all this energy came from. God—being my designer.”
See,
I wasn’t born in silk and gold watches.
I was built.
Built by the setbacks,
By the silence,
And early morning nobody clapped for.
Before the Bottega fits and rooftop reflections
— it was late nights and loud prayers.
Pain that made a man,
Patience that gave him a name.
And what your seeing now?
Ain’t ego.
It’s evidence.
Proof that when you stop begging for recognition
And start becoming the type of man God can use —
Everything changes.
Not overnight
But over time.
God didn’t give me a blueprint.
He handed me grit.
He gave me grace that didn’t look like blessings —
until I outgrew the struggle they came in.
And this energy?
This presence?
This aura you feel when Mr.10 speaks?
It’s calculated.
It’s calibrated.
It’s earned.
Because when the most high designs your character in private —
The world has no choice but to witness the reveal in public.
That’s how it started.
Not with status.
With surrender.
And believe me when I say it:
The way I’m living right now is because of the 10 year old boy in me chose to be me and lived with it ever since.
READ: Modern Love Files: He Loved Me in His Way — But I Needed More
Scene three:
[ The nights deeper now. Street lights flicker below. The city moves — but Mr.10 don’t. He sits still. Confident. Measured. Voice smooth like jazz in an ALVARÓ Purple room. ]
“BEING A 10/10 MAN AIN’T ABOUT PERFECTION.
IT’S ABOUT PRESENCE.”
See, I used to think success was loud.
Now I know:
Being a man of intimate nature means you don’t just protect her body —
You protect her spirit.
It means when you enter a room, she ain’t checking your phone —
She’s checking her reflection, ‘cause you make her feel seen again.
You lead with clarity.
Move with grace.
Love with understanding — not ego.
And what does that do for home girl?
Everything.
It gives her silence — not the scary kind, but the sacred kind.
It gives her freedom to be soft without shrinking.
It makes her feminine again — not because she needs to be saved,
But because she knows the man beside her knows how to lead with love.
That’s the 10/10 version of a man.
Not perfect.
But prepared.
Prepared to hold space.
To carry weight.
To move with purpose and emotional intelligence.
To be solid — so she don’t have to harden.
Because the truth?
When a man operates at 10 —
The woman beside him ain’t surviving.
She’s blooming.
And she’ll never forget the man who made her feel like home again.
READ: Modern Love Files II: The Things I Never Learned to Say
Scene Four:
[The skyline sparkles now. Havana fully lit. The air? Heavier. Like something’s about to happen. Mr.10 leans back. One last pull from the cigar. Then he speaks ]
Yeah. That’s what it is.
This ain’t a launch.
It’s a shift.
One for the culture.
One for the heart.
One that don't expire.
Because on December 12th,
Something is going to happen in Ireland
That’s never happened like this before.
Not your average night of clubbing.
We’re talking:
• Paint & wine tasting.
Live performance that’ll leave your chest echoing.
Storytelling so raw, you’ll forget its fiction.
And when the light hits the floor, and the music finds the people —
You’ll know your not just at an event…
You’re at the pulse of something generational.
This is for the ones who’ve always felt too deep for surface rooms.
Too soulful for soulless cities.
Too ready to rise to keep playing small.
Ireland is ripe.
And this time —
We’re going global in style and grace.
It’s a rhythm.
A renaissance.
A lifestyle for the emotionally elite.
So why tap in now?
Because one day you’ll say,
“I was there when the shift happened.”
And you’ll mean it.
To move different.
To feel deeper.
To be a part of the conversation that doesn’t need hype —
Just hearts.
DECEMBER 12TH
TENPASTELEVEN
THE NEW STANDARD IN CULTURE AND CLASS.
#Irelandtotheworld
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[Scene Five:
The balcony’s quiet now.
The cigar’s down to its last breath.
Havana hums in the background.
Mr.10 stands, glass in hand, voice low — almost a whisper, but it carries.]
“Alright… that’s me.”
The reflection’s been had.
The words have done what they came to do.
And the night?
Well, it’s earned its silence now.
But before I go —
I want to say this:
The ones clicking “subscribe” not out of hype —
but out of hunger.
The ones joining the Discord,
not just for updates —
but for understanding.
The ones who read these stories like scripture,
because you know this ain’t entertainment.
It’s a mirror.
And when you show up for yourself,
you show up for this platform.
You make IN10MACY more than a movement —
you make it matter.
So tonight, as I hang the linen shirt back in its place,
and the Havana sky dims like a stage closing for now —
Just know this:
The real ones?
They never go unnoticed.
We’re building something here that’s changing how we see ourselves.
And every click, every share, every moment you choose to tap in —
is legacy in motion.
So sleep well.
Wake intentional.
And keep walking like the 10 you’re becoming.
Mr.10 is signing off.
But he never really leaves.
He just lets the stories breathe.
#IN10MACY
#10OUT
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Born on the first year of the greatest century to ever exist, its only makes sense that a name like mine was a part of the equation. But even a ni**a like me got no blueprint. With mortals like 2Pac, Hugh Hef’, and the Great Gatsby breathing, the youth in me figured out the game. After all, real recognizes real. But what did ‘real’ mean to a ten-year-old me?
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