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About Pecs

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

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So, I’m munching on my lángos, and I can’t help but laugh. This guy drops a torch, and it rolls right to my feet. I’m like, “Dude, not my fault if you can’t juggle!” But he just winks and keeps going. Classic Pécs, man. You never know what you’ll see.

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