Deaf Tangerine
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The air is moist, distinctively humid of the electric discharge of bodies dancing their soul to the music devil. It might be raining outside but he watches the sunrise through a peephole, sitting on a green chair humming, running his fingers on the turntable.
In fact, it is snowing outside, freezing soliloquy, lonely amongst the crowd surrounding him. He reaches for the fruit she is offering him, gently peels it, smiles back. Sure, you can pick what the next three minutes will hold.
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Hi Deaf, est ce que c'ete vous qui a mixé a la soirée a coté de Paris hier faite par Patric Safar?? Si oui, je voudrai poouvoir avoir votre musique de hier soir
svetlana
Hello Deaf Tangerine
Cooler sound
Musicalement 2DL