I chased a child for fun, got called “baba” by a stranger’s kid, and cried over an essay. This ain’t a podcast, it’s a cry for help from a dangerously handsome man. Like, distract-the-audience-during-a-fire-drill level hot , I’m talkin’ cheekbones carved by angels, skin smoother than butter on a hot pan, smile bright enough to restart the power grid..yk the vibes