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I like to listen to music.
The kind that blares and shakes the lights while you reach for the ceiling like it's the stars.
It licks the atmosphere with a pulse and hot sweat while you're mixed in the smell of a stranger's breath. You'll bite your lip and the music sends its tongue as a shock up your spine.
Music that makes people want to throw their hands up, with the steam of their breath making every movement feel more alive.
What kind of music do you listen to?
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