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Despite the abundance of all forms of music
filtered through wi-fi internet rabbitholes of oblivion into our stream of
forced consciousness, sometimes the best rainy day Saturday long ass weekend
music is that simple trash rock from back in the day. The blathering lazy
entitlement of sensual pleasures, drunkenly intertwined with warm fuzzy companion
in strange location where you’re not worried about the sheets because someone else
will clean them. This has been an air bnb review.
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