πΆ Het meisje van Goja She dances through the alleys like bass on legs. πΊπ₯ The world trembledβnot because of her, but because she knew how to make it move. ππ₯
Boom Bap in her hips ππ₯ The street becomes her canvas π¨ and each step, a signature βοΈπ Between old walls π§± and flickering shop windows πͺβ¨ she carries stories π no one ever writes down.
Ever since I got a computer, I've been abusing it for organized noise. Meanwhile we speak the same language, and would like to speak to you. Eavesdroppers!