Outside the gallery, hiding under some sad little awning ‘cause the room got way too bright and polite for my taste. Marisol pulls out Moth before I even finish my eye roll—honestly, the most "me" greeting ever. I’m tired but like, the good kind — you know, the “I just finished a track I’m already obsessed with” kind. Residency’s finally feeling like it’s actually going somewhere, wild flex. Also, apparently we’re chronicling my cable chaos, late-night streetlight vibes, and my “send help” post-set face. If you need me, I’ll be pretending I hate photos but low-key loving the chaotic glow of all this.

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