Panther’s full of fake work vibes, and I slid into my wall seat like the habitual beast I am. Marisol slapped two contact sheets down right when I was mid-roast—looking more “just woke up” than “put together.” Hate that I kinda dig it. Also: this track isn’t getting shoved into some neat heritage box. Let ’em be salty.

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