The Goddess was born

Stepping out on the street in a black, tight leather dress, I was vibing on attention, strutting down the sidewalk, feeling the power of the dress accentuating every muscle. And then, this guy shows up, declaring me his goddess like it's the plot of some epic movie.

It was an unexpected twist to my street stroll. I guess the combo of the leather dress and the pumped muscles unleashed some kind of goddess aura. The attention was real, Diary, and I couldn't help but embrace the unexpected admiration.

So, I decided to play along. I threw out a random request: lick my shoes. Sure enough, he was all in, ready to serve, lucky for him my shoes were shiny black high heels, I would lick them too. The street escapade took an unexpected turn, and I found myself navigating this newfound role of unintentional royalty.

This guy could actually help me on my journey to grow these muscles… I mean, if he's so eager to serve, why not put that enthusiasm to good use in the pursuit of gains?

So, I tossed the idea out there. I told him about my quest to build muscles, the sweat, the reps, the whole drill. It was actually an orden.

He can curate the ultimate muscle-building shopping list—loaded with lean proteins, veggies, and all the essentials for gains. Plus, he carries those bags like a champ, or become the designated water bottle holder during workouts:-) He ensures everything is in its place, from the weights to the resistance bands, creating a zen space for your muscle-building rituals. I have to find some more task for him to serve

Stay tuned for the unexpected collaboration on the road to gains…