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As the summer sun casts long shadows over the garden, Mike Hok steps outside, clad in a pair of snug grey shorts. A playful breeze teases the fabric as he moves, fully aware—of the daring glimpses he's offering. With every shift, stretch, and stride, the line between accidental and intentional blurs, making for an unexpectedly bold moment in an otherwise ordinary afternoon. The question lingers: was it just a fleeting wardrobe mishap, or something a little more mischievous?