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About Pecs

So yeah, sexual-massage—it’s messy, shady, and hilarious ‘til it ain’t. I’m happy when I bust a fraud—boom, gotcha!—but pissed when I see folks hurt. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’m imaginin’ a secret massage cartel, pullin’ strings like puppet masters. Ha! “You’ll understand later”—movie line again—‘cause one day, fam, we’ll all see the truth behind the oil and lies. That’s my take, raw and real, straight from your boy Morgan. Peace!

I walk in, and it’s packed. The vibe is chill, but the service? Ugh. I wait forever for a menu. Finally, I order some gulyás. It’s decent, but not mind-blowing. I’m scribbling notes, and the waiter keeps giving me weird looks. Like, dude, I’m just doing my job!