a few paps almost died getting shots like this for your pleasure, so be grateful.
What once became the most irritating standby candid in the tabloid archive seems to have now become, dare we say, an American tradition. Much like our beloved Punxsutawney Phil or Staten Island Chuck crawls from his hibernation into daylight on the prophetic morning of Groundhog Day, Matthew has become an American treasure whose pectorals predict the oncoming summer, and whose abs announce that it’s time to hit the beach! Make it a Bud Light, and take in the ever familiar torso de Mateo.
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