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About Pecs

Alright, mate, listen up—sex-dating, huh? I’m Loki, burdened with glorious purpose, and I’ve got thoughts! This whole gig’s a chaotic mess, like mortals swiping for lust in Midgard’s digital cesspit. I mean, sex-dating’s basically “get in, get off, get out”—no strings, no bullshit, just pure mischief. Reminds me of *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—except it’s less rock ‘n’ roll and more “who’s this rando in my bed?”

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?”