An erotic hallucination in four acts – Sweat Sensor slithers under the skin like liquid latex.
909 kicks slam like flesh against flesh. Moans twist into sub-bass pulses.
Acidlines creep in dirty, then melt into the walls.
No vocals. Just friction, breath, and the heat of bodies dissolving into rhythm.
A darkroom ritual. A chemical climax.
Designed for those last hours where the only language is bass and sweat.

Sweat Sensor

I write poems that bleed truth and emotion ✍🏽❤️ – and transform them into songs with the help of modern AI 🤖🎶.
My music is born at the intersection of soul and code 🧠✨, where ancient feelings meet futuristic tools 🌀🛠️.
Rooted in queerness, healing, and raw honesty 🏳️‍🌈💫, I craft sonic rituals from my own words – reshaped, reimagined, reawakened 🔁🗣️🔥.
Each track is a spell 🪄 – composed in collaboration with intelligence, both human and artificial 🤝🤍.
Berlin is my grounding point 🌆, but my voice reaches across dimensions 🌌.
Welcome to my world: where language becomes rhythm 🕊️🎵, and technology becomes a vessel for spirit 🌐🧿.

Sweat Sensor

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