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I. Fucking. LOVE. Summer. I love every single thing about it and with every sense. It lets me let go and produces a freedom I don’t know...

It's a hot one, but I'm not talking about the weather. It's a hot sun, but I think you know me better than to think that just a drink...

He flees from One metropolis to the next Like a boomer In search of riches, Hoping to discover What’s shiny and new, But pans for gold On...