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About Pecs

So, sex-dating—man, it’s a riot! You got folks posin’ with fish pics—why, bro?—or chicks with ten filters, lookin’ like goddesses ‘til you meet ‘em and—bam—surprise! Catfish city. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, laughin’ my ass off at the desperation. Like, one time I heard this story—true shit—dude matched with a gal on Hinge, drove two hours for a “date,” and she ghosted him at the bar. Left him with a $20 tab and blue balls. Savage! Made me angry for him, but also—ha!—what a dumbass. Lesson one: don’t trust a profile sayin’ “adventurous soul.” Means they’re flaky as hell.

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When I got there, I couldn’t stop laughin’. He was tryin’ to pull it out like it was a stubborn mule. I helped him out, and we ended up makin’ a whole mess of it. Wood chips everywhere! But hey, we got it out.

Zsolt Nagy: I do not have good memories of the pitch at Szigetszentmiklos