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For the view. I meant the ceiling.

Matt didn’t ask why. He just nodded, laid down a drop cloth, and got to work.

To the outside world, Matt was just “PlastererMatt”—a broad-shouldered guy with calloused hands and dust permanently settled into the seams of his work jeans. He woke at 5 AM, drove a van that smelled of joint compound and ambition, and spent his days making other people’s walls smooth, seamless, and whole. Lily had barely spoken to him beyond a nod in the hallway. She’d once seen him lift a 50-pound bag of plaster with one hand while holding a coffee in the other, and she’d written him off as a simple, quiet craftsman. OnlyFans - Lily Phillips- PlastererMatt

“It’s just making things flat again,” he replied. “People think plastering is about adding. Really, it’s about removing the imperfections.”

He didn’t push. He just nodded and went back to his trowel. That was when she decided she liked him. For the view

Her heart hammered. She opened the chat.

Depends on the job. Some cracks are deeper than they look. He just nodded, laid down a drop cloth, and got to work

The second secret was that her downstairs neighbor, Matt, was a plasterer.