It’s 2am. You’re at a party in EC. You’re sweaty, you’re sticky, and the room won’t stop spinning. You consider lying down on the floor and never getting up again. But then, you hear those signature opening bars, followed by that pterodactyl-like sound of your friends screeching – it’s that song. It’s your song. It’s the song. The […]
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