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About Pecs

So I’m strollin’ downtown, all grimy, smellin’ like a damn campfire. Lookin’ for a girl who don’t care bout that. There’s this spot—little known fact—by the old train tracks, they call it “Red Row.” Been around since the 1800s, whores used to bang railroad guys there. History’s wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “Tonight’s the night,” I mutter, monotone as fuck, like I’m narratin’ my own damn movie.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, I sit down, and my computer decides to throw a tantrum. It freezes. I’m staring at the screen like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Nope. I’m sweating bullets. I’ve got deadlines, man! I finally get it working, and I’m like, “Phew, crisis averted.” But then, I realize I forgot to save my work. Classic rookie mistake. I could’ve screamed.