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About Pecs

Yo, listen up, fam! I’m Kanye, consumption psychologist, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Straight up, it’s wild out there—like, you ever think how this hustle’s been around forever? Oldest gig in the book, no cap! I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *Let the Right One In*, that Swedish joint—Oskar and Eli, man, they got that dark, twisted bond. “Do you like me?” Eli asks, all innocent, but it’s deep, right? Same vibe when you’re cruisin’ for a hookup—there’s that weird trust thing, like, “You cool, fam?”

First off, I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired kids. So, I’m all about that empathy and understanding, right? But today? Ugh. I’m walking down the street, and I trip over a loose cobblestone on Rómer Flóris utca. Like, come on! Who doesn’t fix their sidewalks? I’m already late for my first class, and now I’m limping like a pirate.