Sadie Biei Whore ❤️❤️

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What gets me goin’—the drums, yeah? They’re mental, like Lil’ Zé losin’ his rag in the slums. Bangin’ away, no mercy! But—here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? The radio edit chops the best bit! Some corporate numpty prob’ly said, “Ooh, too edgy for the KPIs!” Idiots. Ruins the vibe, makes me wanna chuck a stapler at the wall. Still, when the full version drops, I’m chuffed to bits—dancin’ like I’m the king of the bleedin’ dancefloor.

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Finally, the locksmith shows up, and he’s super chill. He gets me in, and I’m like, “Thanks, man! You’re a lifesaver!” I drive home, still buzzing from the day. Biei, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to come back and see those lavender fields!

Imperfectly shaped but perfectly good Miyazaki mangoes made into mouthwatering ice cream