But on the real, that AftW rye is hot like summer, 200 on the dash, fires up silent like a Fisker, crackly pepper and leather, red bottoms clackin on that bruised fig and raisin pole.
But on the real, that AftW rye is hot like summer, 200 on the dash, fires up silent like a Fisker, crackly pepper and leather, red bottoms clackin on that bruised fig and raisin pole.
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