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About Pecs

Now, I bloody love “Amour”—that Haneke flick from 2012. Georges and Anne, old as dirt, clingin’ to love while death’s knockin’. Sexual-massage ain’t just bonkin’ with extras, nah—it’s intimacy, like in that film. “How do I deal with suffering?” Georges asks, carin’ for Anne. Me? I’d say a good rubdown’s the ticket—eases the soul, mate! Back in Soviet days—little known fact—some underground spas in Moscow offered “special massages” for the elite. Nudge nudge, wink wink—KGB probably got discounts!

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s a client. “Hey, my denture broke!” Seriously? Right now? I’m trying to enjoy my pastry! I rush back to the lab, and of course, it’s a mess. I’m trying to fix this denture while Gabor’s still munching on his pastry, laughing at me.