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About Pecs

But then – ugh, gets me mad again – these prudes judgin’ her, like they’re Alfred polishin’ the moral high ground. Screw that! She’s out there, raw, real, takin’ risks I’d never touch. “Here’s Johnny!” – I’d yell, salutin’ her grit. Oh, and fun fact: medieval times, they wore red shoes to stand out – red freakin’ shoes! How’s that for pimpin’? Surprised me, man, picturin’ her clackin’ down cobblestone, dodgin’ knights.

At the pub, it’s packed. I’m talking about the kind of crowd that makes you feel alive. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m feeling all the good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, someone spills a drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh it off.