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The boy was a perfectionist. Always well-dressed, meticulous, impeccable. The morning of the shooting, he had carefully chosen a crisp white shirt, buttoning it up with the precision of someone who sees every detail as a calling card. His pants, perfectly ironed, fit flawlessly; his sneakers were spotless, without a single speck of dust. Everything was in its place, exuding order and professionalism. He was used to feeling confident this way, protected by the layers of fabric that covered every inch of his body, revealing only what he wanted to show.

When he arrived on set, he expected to be appreciated for his elegance. But the cold reality hit him immediately: he had to wear a costume. Not elegant, not practical, not *him*. A white toga, golden armor, and nothing else. “Really?” he asked, incredulous, as the producer handed him the bundle of fabric. His expression quickly shifted from embarrassment to resignation. He sighed deeply, grabbed the costume, and headed to the changing room.

Once inside, he began to undress slowly. He took off his shirt with a certain reverence, folding it with almost obsessive precision and placing it on a chair. His pants followed, folded and placed neatly atop the shirt. Left standing in his underwear, he looked at himself in the mirror, already feeling exposed. But the final blow came when he realized he had to take those off, too. “Seriously… even the underwear?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Reluctantly, he stripped completely, letting the cool air of the room brush against his skin. He felt vulnerable. Naked, he stared at his reflection: his chest was well-defined, his shoulders broad, but now everything seemed exaggeratedly exposed. His abs were visible but not chiseled to perfection, and the bare skin made him uneasy.

He started putting on the costume. The white toga was thin, almost transparent, clinging to his body in a way that felt anything but dignified. The golden belt cinched the fabric at his waist, leaving his legs completely bare. His thighs, muscular and covered in hair, felt out of place: too prominent, too exposed. He placed the golden armor on his shoulders, but the sensation was grotesque, almost ridiculous. He looked at himself in the mirror and could only shake his head. “Jesus, I look like I just walked out of a circus.”

He glanced down at his feet, bare against the cold floor. His perfectly clean sneakers, which had given him confidence, now lay in a corner, abandoned like the rest of his clothes. There was nothing left to cover him or make him feel secure. He felt raw, exposed, naked under that flimsy piece of fabric. “Before, I was elegant, covered, I looked professional… Now I’m just some guy without underwear under a curtain.”

He turned to the chair where he had carefully placed his clothes. The shirt, the pants, everything that represented his identity now felt a million miles away. He stared at them with a mix of nostalgia and regret. “There they are, the only things that made me look normal. Now I’m just an idiot with my ass out.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he adjusted the costume once more, but it was useless: he felt awkward, clumsy, out of place.

“Never again,” he muttered, but the photoshoot was about to begin.

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Misunderstood by Bon Jovi

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From: Ghostface Unmasked Day Version (Youtube)

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Opss, sorry! Well, this is really embarrassing. Can we just pretend...this never happened? Eh,eh,eh

this happened to an italian tiktok creator

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Werewolf problems 🐺🌕