When you are getting up the road with an exotic tart at the local recycling centre, and you have the stellar idea to get inside of the Rubbish receptacle and begin to engage in loud obnoxious sex; then you get your pathetically proportioned pecker out and roll it into the grime at the bottom of the trash can. Now your pork sword is covered in Bin slime, stick it into the mouth of your plucky local whore.

A cultural and aesthetic mind-state that prioritizes making money, even as an “underground” or “radical” creator. The work isn’t made for money, but it’s the money that matters the most.