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About Pecs

Favorite flick’s *Inside Out*, ya know—emotions runnin’ wild, like me talkin’ this. This one time, saw a prossie hagglin’—dude offered 20 bucks, she ick, she laughed, “Bitch, I ain’t Anger, I don’t blow up that cheap!” Cracked me up—sassy as Disgust flippin’ her hair. Bet she’s tired tho, legs achin’, fakin’ smiles. Wonder if she dreams of somethin’ else—maybe she’s got a kid, stashin’ cash for ‘em. Gets me soft, Clarice… like Joy huggin’ Sadness, ya feel me?

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk.” My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Oh great, what did I screw up now?” Turns out, he just wanted to praise me for my sales this month. I’m like, “Seriously? After all this chaos?”