No preservatives RAW MEAT

The few doors away neighbour of my work studio is knocking down the wall - doing up renovation again. Just couldn’t help it, I had a quick glance at the local construction workers; one of them was quite a hunky guy - and not bad looking too. He was holding a packet of take-away rice, having his lunch, without his top. Hot weather, he and his fellows were sitting under a big mango tree, taking a little moment of leisure. Sweat splintered through his skin, going down from forehead..neck..and to his chest… The little flabbiness didn’t really spoil his appearance, instead, it contributed to his dishyness.
Simply a piece of no-preservatives-raw meat. The bulks of muscle were hard earned pieces from his livelihood. Perhaps he didn’t really care - but that matters to the viewers. Just like the duku-langsat seller at the junction few hundred meters away. Another nice piece of raw meat.

The ultimate Bang-bang kind.

ps: mikey - *wink*wink*