Derek Webb strips in a garage cluttered with tools, his muscular frame flexing as he adjusts his underwear before kicking them off. Holding a cold can between his teeth, he grips a wrench, then drops it to squat naked, his dark hair framing the sharp angles of his body. The hard hat sits abandoned beside him, forgotten as he poses with the, unfiltered intensity of a man who owns the space.
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