

**Muscle Memory: The Not-So-Secret Life of Gym Tales πͺπ** In the gym, where the weights and I flirt on the regular, every iron curl and squat whispers of wilder times. Think less sweaty gym rat, more sun-kissed Aussie with a taste for adventure. The heaviest thing Iβd lift back then? A cooler full of the day's catch or a chunky piece of timber thatβd later turn into someoneβs prized coffee table. Iβve traded wide-open spaces for the hustle of the gym, but the heat, the heft, the heart? Itβs all the same. Grandpa's chuckles seem to bounce off the barbells, egging me on. Iβm sculpting more than just muscle here; Iβm chiseling out a story, our story, and itβs one hell of a ride. So cheers to you for riding shotgun. Itβs all sweat, steel, and the art of not taking ourselves too seriously. Keep it cheeky, Koby π¨π¦ https://onlyfans.com/kobyfalks