I go to the gym the same as every average person. (By that I mean about four times a week for three weeks and then nothing other than pizza runs for a month until I feel disgusting again.) The female changing rooms at the gym is a weird place for me.
We've all seen the Lynx adverts where the guy sprays on some Lynx and walks down the street and suddenly every woman he walks past is attracted to him and can't wait to get him into bed. We've all shrugged it off as tacky advertising and carried on with life, but what if there's a hint of truth behind it?
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