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About Pecs

Oh – and Thailand. Heard this – wild story. Monks – yeah, monks! Did erotic-massage – temple style. Spiritual – but steamy. Blew my mind – really? Quirky thought – I’d suck at it. Shaky hands – ha! Me massagin’ – disaster. I’d yell – “I’m no good!” Like Carlos – dramatic exit. Favorite part – tho? When they whisper – “Relax.” Gets me every time – goosebumps. Sarcasm? Sure – “Oh, great. Another knot.” Love-hate thing – ya feel me? Try it – pal. Serious – no joke. You’ll thank me – later.

By the end of my shift, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the streets of VIII. kerület are buzzing. The smell of chimney cake wafts through the air, and I can hear the distant sound of a street musician playing. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.