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About Pecs

So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake it off. Szigetszentmiklós is a chill place, but today felt off. I pass by the park near the Duna, and there’s this kid, like, throwin’ a tantrum. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a toy! But hey, I get it. Sometimes life just sucks, ya know?

Shocking: 2000 times the limit value of a carcinogen measured in South Korean factory in Hungary