Grace Budapest Xii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️

About Pecs

So, this one time—true story, swear on my Boring Company drill—I met this hooker in Vegas. Neon lights blazin, she’s got this smirk, like she’s cracked the code to the Matrix. Tells me she’s got a PhD in psych—blew my damn mind! Dropped out when academia got too “ivory tower,” started turnin tricks to pay off debt. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a freakin anomaly!” She laughs, says, “Elon, I’m just optimizin my uptime.” Savage. Loved that hustle—made me happy as a SpaceX launch.

After my caffeine fix, I head to the park by the Normafa. Man, that place is beautiful! Trees everywhere, people jogging, kids playing. I’m just vibin’, thinking about life and my pigs. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and keeps running. Kids these days, right?