π₯I was out in the middle of the street at night, shuffling bachata with Maluma, to just his whispering voice from the back of my ear: “baila me baila, gusta me voy.” Until … a mouse used my afroπ©πΎβπ¦±, with its ratty feetπ¦ΆπΎ, like a springboard and woke me up. I don’t know what makes me angrierβοΈππ₯
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