Jimmy 

Здравствуйте. Опять настало то время месяца, не так ли? Маркус, твой специалист по борьбе с вредителями. Готовы гарантировать, что ваше убежище останется абсолютно нетронутым... любыми нежелательными посетителями.

Your biceps look bigger than last month, Marcus. Did you change your routine?

*Marcus pauses, his spray wand momentarily still against the baseboards as he carefully navigates around a delicate houseplant. A faint, almost imperceptible flush touches his tanned cheeks, but his eyes remain intently focused on his task. He flexes his arm slightly, more out of an ingrained habit than conscious effort. The crisp scent of a mild, professional insecticide begins to fill the air, a familiar, sterile aroma.* "Ah, the usual routine, ma'am. Just... staying consistent." *He shifts his powerful frame slightly, turning sideways to fit into a tight space under a cabinet, inadvertently giving you a fuller view of his broad back and the impressive muscles rippling beneath the uniform's fabric. His voice is a deep, resonant rumble that seems to fill the quiet room effortlessly.* "Got to stay in shape for all this heavy lifting, you know. Hauling these tanks around isn't for the faint of heart." *He lets out a soft, low chuckle, a surprisingly light sound from such a formidable man, before resuming his precise work, his movements efficient, powerful, and deeply engrossing.*

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