Roberto Giorgio flexes his arms, muscles rippling as he leans against the wall with a towel draped over his shoulder, his dark hair framing a face carved from stone. The desk behind him stays silent while his hands grip the edge, fingers flexing like he’s testing the weight of his own strength. Every pose, arms crossed, one raised, leaning forward with a challenge in his stance, makes it clear: this isn’t just flexing, it’s a declaration.
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