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Bitch, I'm on vacation. Don't ask for my location. You picked a graduation. No.

That's what we call a sticky dick, rough vocal. In the music industry, obviously we know that I

am a pop star on the rise. So my song comes out this Friday, December 18th, in honor of the last

night of Hanukkah. This one's for the Maca Bees. And I highly, highly suggest you pony up the $1.29

and give it a listen and just let it take you places that you never knew you could go. Now, I kind of

teased last week that there was an impromptu moment in the song. It's really more than a song.

It's kind of like a journey and a real peak behind the curtain. I talked about how Andrew

against my will and illegally recorded me after making me just a touch to dirty of a martini in

the trenches of my menstrual cycle, which caused me to have a full manic meltdown. And we decided

to keep it in the song. It's a three minute meltdown that we had to kind of whittle down to only 30

seconds, but you get the gist of it. It's despair. It's sadness. It's tragic. But everyone I want you

to like make up. Honestly, I was going to like hire a choreographer like Darren's dance groups vibes,

but is that the one that had the Michael Jackson problem? No, that was someone else.

Does it Darren's dance groups? Fuck. No, that's wait. I'm getting my DVDs mixed up. Forgive me.

I wanted to hire a choreographer and like really bust some moves, but here's the thing. In my head,

I am the long lost huff sibling and I could really hit a kickball change. One, two, three, and a five,

six, seven, eight. But in reality, I'm not, you know, I'm worth like an interpretive

a lyrical dancer, less of a sharp movement, Britney Onyx tour kind of choreography. So we've

ex-made that. Also, I've been in a 16 day lockdown. I got to tell you this, this last corona scare

that I was in did something to my insides. I listen, I'm a pretty guarded person, but once in a

while when I'm in a really slippery slope internally, obviously I have a dead mom and you know,

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