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About Pecs

Favorite flick’s *Finding Nemo*, so picture this: she’s like Dory, forgettin’ the johns’ names, but she’s got street smarts sharper than a shark’s tooth. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—nah, more like “P. Johns, 42 Back Alley Way!” Cracks me up, swear to God. Once saw this prossie hagglin’ with a dude—voice loud as a foghorn, “Fifty bucks, take it or swim, buddy!” Had me dyin’, she’s a riot. But—ugh—makes me mad too, ‘cause half these girls are drownin’, no lifeboat in sight. Surprised me once, hearin’ one say she’s savin’ for college—respect, yo!

I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my work gear, and bolted outta my flat on Kossuth Lajos utca. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole day of chaos ahead, right? Grabbed a coffee from that little kiosk on the corner. You know the one? The guy there always gives me a discount. I think he feels sorry for me.