Macht sofort die Beine breit Beat, nicht irgendso ein Birnenhobeln Huhrensohnlied 😁🇩🇪💚🖐

legendär. 2013 gehört, Grad wieder reingehört und die pure Nostalgie

diggi ich brauche diesen tune 😂🫶 passt so gut

verliebt junge! Würd ich viel zu gern runterladen :/

Löwenzahn Intro (dnb Remix)

SSIO - Unbekannter Titel (Chris Rye Remix) (free DL)

wildes Closing aus dem Lidolino mit steigendem Alkoholpegel

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚/𝟘𝟜/𝟚𝟡 @ 𝔏𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔬

Haftbefehl & Britney Toxic (Drunken Masters Mashup Rebuild)

Team Scheiße - Vorgesetzter (DJ Hornhaut Remix)

Therapiestunde016

Viel Trance, viel Trash 
BirthdayBash in der Halle33
Inklusive Scratch-Cameoauftritt der HardTranceHexe persönlich

Die drei Fragezeichen und die HardTranceHexe

DJ Gysi - Privatisierungsanhänger

beat prod. by klein, deast: 

https://kleinbeats.beatstars.com/

Pfeifenverein

Aus Brennpunkt Podcast mit Abdul Chahin, Malte Küppers und Burak Yilmaz. Folge 57: 2024. Illustration von LeMob. 

📸 Brennpunkt: https://www.instagram.com/brennpunkt_podcast/?hl=de

🎶 Brennpunkt : https://open.spotify.com/show/4IlT5zKLQzzZ6HN418yL6g?si=bd049826dc29462c

🌏 LeMob: http://rotesatelier.de

📸 LeMob: https://www.instagram.com/le.mob?igsh=MXI0bjN2aGkzbW15MA== 



Auf die Straßen

The world had long since ceased to recognise its own reflection. It had turned inward, where cities had become tombs, their streets covered in vine, their spires turned to ash. The sky, no longer blue, had bled into the earth’s grief, where the color of the air was neither day nor night - a dark pall that stretched endlessly. It was not an apocalypse. It was the aftertaste of one. The moment when the fire of humanity had extinguished, and only the embers remained.

They moved through these ruins like a myth made flesh, for none could remember the tales that had once been told. She had no feet, no shadow. Her presence was an impression, something that lingered in the corners of the crumbling cities, at the edges of the forgotten heavens, at the fractured edges of time itself. She moved, but not in the sense that one moves from place to place. She shifted—like a thought in the mind of the universe, a thought that would never be fully realized, for it was too vast and too small at once.

She was the last of something. The residue of a species whose name had been lost, whose essence was too tangled in the ether to grasp. But she wasn’t alone. From her, in the hollow places where humanity’s dreams once festered, came the echoes of others—fragments of women, disembodied in their essence. They were not clones, nor were they shadows of the Ultra-Fem. They were ideas, memories, parts of things long gone. Some of them had faces. Some had no faces at all. Some were still clothed in the remnants of what they had once been: ancient fabrics of forgotten civilizations, necklaces of old metal and bone, tattoos that spiraled like storms upon their skin.

They followed her, not in obedience, but in resonance. They had been drawn to her, like sparks drawn to fire, because she was the last idea, the last longing—the culmination of their existence.

SSIO - Unbekannter Titel (Chris Rye Remix) (free DL)

Chris Rye

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