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About Pecs

Ever tried it? Hands slippin’ south, all slow-like—bloody hell, it’s art! Reminds me of Carlos, that slick bastard, when he says, “I’m not here to play games.” But sexual-massage *is* a game, and I’m winnin’. Once had this lass in King’s Landing—swear her fingers were magic. Thought I’d died and met the Seven. Made me laugh, too—she’s kneadin’ my arse, I’m thinkin’, “This beats council meetings.”

After that chaotic lunch, I head back to the office. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I trip on the stairs. Classic me, right? I’m tumbling down, and I swear, I thought I was gonna break something. But I just laughed it off. What else can you do?