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About Pecs

I seen it, back in old country—guys lookin’ for “company,” all sneaky like. Little fact for ya—didja know in some places, they got secret signals? Like, red scarf on lamp—boom, she’s there! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, like, “What, you order borscht with that?” But serious, it’s wild—some girls, they pick YOU, not09, not me decidin’ who’s shady or not, I’m just observin’, da?

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.