Jiri Lasik stretches his muscles against a brick wall, every flex sharp and deliberate, his dark hair framing a face carved from stone. He crouches low, ass tight in the air, then slams back down onto a rough, circular surface, the veins in his arms bulging as he bends forward, hands gripping his knees. The light catches the sweat on his skin, every movement a controlled display of strength.
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