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Uh-huh. About motherfucking time, dawg.
Trigger Warning: When one says blues you typically think "strumming my trusty ol' Lucille in the backwater Mississippi shanty town marsh lands while howling like a dog getting castrated about everyday shit like 'Spouse Cheating On Me Again' or 'Bossman Enslaved Me Again'" but I aim to present that blues of the past, blues of the present, blues of the future has no expiration date.
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