Bouncing Souls. Hopeless Romantic. It's Not the Heat, It's the Humanity. Weerkaats Souls. Hopeloos Romantiese. Dit is nie die hitte, dit is die mensdom.
...It's hot, it's a four-alarm fricassee boy This heat is killing me It's hot, it's hot tonight It's dwelling dicks in a deep-fry It's hot standing next
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