Morning light, empty studio, air still thick from the night before. Pablo comes back for a drive, Apolo’s still around, and Luka Sphynx watches silently from behind the desk with that dark, hungry stare. Nobody says it but everybody feels it. The door locks. Three men, one room, zero limits. Hands roam, bodies collide, heat rises fast. No cameras, no audience, no acting, just sweat, lust and pure instinct taking over the studio floor. Raw, rough and unfiltered. Radio GOGO has never been this dirty.
