The day I stop popping xans will be the end of the world 💊😢

Bro this is fire fr, please put it on Spotify

Cover art by @b1jouu
Prod. Seepy


LYRICS:
New rolls royce
bitch I went and bought it yesterday
road closed thru traffic, so I had to go the other way
I just sold a percocet to Andy, bitch the other day
my new wristwatch pink like cotton candy diamonds glistening
my neck cold like winter day
designer sweater, winter grey
I said that boy be weird I said he had to go and integrate
It's too cold in wisconsin bitch I had to go and immigrate
i'm engineering all day they be asking is my singing great?
im off these pills in traffic, bitch I'm coolin on the interstate
im paranoid as fuck im asking bitches is the dinner laced?
i'm at the heavens gates i'm asking god to bless me with the grace
this bitch do too much she want roses up inside a vase
im cooling in the evil place, I tell em that I need some space
im walking out the courtroom bitch im smiling cuz i beat the case
bitch im smoking on that brand new pack im smoking on that lemon haze
when im shooting out my draco bitch the bullets fly right past your face
feel like Phantom from Zohan bitch I wake up 20 bitches on me
lately i can't talk 2 bitches cuz they leave me feeling lonely
im sick and tired of every1
smoking gas smoke it out the ton
they thinkin that i do this shit 4 fun but it ISNT fun
I aint sharing shit with no1 why you reaching for handouts? 
they crying when they aint get shit and go scream and crashout
wish I had a dirty xanax bar, make me pass out
cuz when im talking to yall my mind just go blank and I black out
how the fuck is yall serious?
aint done shit you're delirious
tried to go and ride the wave that I created im furious
use to think i wasnt shit then I came up now they curious
and this bitch be asking me about my sign said Aquarius
I be smoking brothers broad in Hawaii with bronem
i aint leaving evidence for no detectives like Conan
they be tryna book me for a show I go rock the show then
they wanna see the switch up on my glock so I showed them

Laced Dinner @prodseepy

DJ’d by hiddencourtyard
prod. jake altman / gfields
art by @b1jouu
vocals mixed by me

Ruth's Xhris Steak House Ft. Truie Fiend Prod. Jake altman & gfelds *Hiddencourtyard Mix*

would you stay by my side baby girl valarie
i did it all for her but she still mad at me
red switch blade in my jeans bitch fuck reality
2 pink perks in my cup tonights a tragedy
bitch purple pour in my crush reversing gravity
im seventh story hotel jump off the balcony
i miss you girl 
im crying bloody truie jeans at the air port
i kissed you girl 
i cant remember blood is all on my air force
i miss the times  the times that we had 
what am i doing baby what am i here for
but love it never last 
i dissapear and then i open the rear doors (1:09) i cant go back 
i think about the times that we had together
im sorry girl 
but still without you im not doing no better
when im with her 
its all okay when me and shawty together
please let me go
i started crying when im reading the letter
come shop with me
ill blow this money for you baby whatever
i hate these girls… 
i let her go lil shawty thought that i kept her
new maison shoes
these fendi margiela shoes im a stepper
im fendi’d down 
im rocking fendi monster eyes on my sweater (2:03)
im sick so sick 
damn i swear i havent been the same since september
i look for you 
but i hope that i never see you whenever
i close my eyes i see you… you look at me
you though that ur the one…
coulda shoulda woulda be….

truie fiend - tragedies intro prod 444jet (iwishineversoldmyvx)

I don't trust nobody
I resort to violence 
Story so sad when they heard it played the violins 
When im speaking better listen up I need some silence 
Tried to silence me im still speaking all my shit 
Bitch 
I might pop a percocet and xanax and a hydro 
I might go and throw a molotov cuz im a pyro 
Think i hate this place mental state a downwards spiral 
Do this shit for myself fuck the fame and going viral 
Bitch im on a rooftop 
Feeling like I made it 
Never even cared you aint notice made it blatant
Smoking top shelf brothers broad smell is fragrant 
Im posted up on friday 13th looking like im jason 
Talking to me but I never listen to a word you say 
Im speaking shit into reality like every day 
Xgames gold medal walking like im danny way 
Im way too fucked up off a 4 I pour more anyway 
Alabaster wristwatch 
I flash it diamonds glistening 
I got 2 of em each wrist were you listening
Use to shove me to the side and say I wouldn't be shit 
Im making money fraudulent like mr beast did 
Im smoking pressure gasoline brothers broadleaf 
They always say they'll stay but then they always all leave
Im bouncing grams up off the scale like an ollie
Im geeking off the rock she asking for some molly 
My therapist ask if im good I told him prolly not 
Im standing on a chair and tying ropes into a knot 
These people round me only wanting me for what I got 
Aim the switch up at my head and I aint send off warning shots
Coughing out blood I got respiratory failure 
They think im crazy told them all I could be crazier
Sippin out the pint by the second got me lazier
I heard they let you out for having good behavior

(hiddencourtyard)Fraudulent Money - Prod Fillette0318 & Ss3bby

Everybody round me wiretapped the feds are on to me
Police chase they after me
Running taking casualties 
I can't even sleep too paranoid im acting casually 
Havent ate in 30 days im starving think irrationally 
Need a xanax bar inside my system i'll be fast asleep 
Selling drugs to junkies get them hooked and cut supply off 
I'm telling truie tie him to a chair and shut the light off
I nodded off in class off percocet and got a write off
Bitch
Freddy kruger hands 
Slash them down across your face 
Clean the scene investigators crying they can't find a trace
Tell em know of courtyards hidden ridden from abandoned space 
Wake up everymorning dreading everything I hate this place
Bitch i dissociate and stare off in the distance 
Isolate myself they don't remember my existence
Couldnt be like yall i had to go and show resistance 
Did this shit alone and I aint even need assistance 
Throw me all away she like to use me and go throw me out
Hatred in my heart my chest is empty made it hollowed out 
Ripping out my hair im going manic i just wanna shout 
Made me feel worthy then the next im worthless to you now
I just popped a big pill 
Lean cup I got lean spill 
Ice around my neck made me shiver now I cant feel 
Brand new matching colors on my clothing rocking 2 teals
Truie hit me up and said he ready sipped like 2 seals

(hiddencourtyard)Wiretapped Prod Fillette0318 & Zzdox

mixing & mastering by me 
freestyle 

lyrics: 
sick so sick get offa me baby bad goth bitch she been driving me crazy
i cant go cuz i know they all hate me bbygirl i just hope that you save me
two xan bars smoking dope when its rainy pussywhipped about a bitch it wont change me
i cant lie do em bad they all blame me i cant change bitch im always the same me
fendi spike theres a pill in my pocket post a reel on the gram and you watch it
broke a perk on the ground pills on me margiela shoe shopping
wings on me true religion jeans robins they hate me lil bitch im not stoppin
knife on me when i walk in wisconsin they hate me i said bitch im not stoppin
im not tryna talk rn im tryna run it up 
bad bitches blow my phone i couldnt give a fuckk
bitch ur a joke ur a motherfucking sitting duck bad bitches all on me im bouta live it up
high in the night off a perk im with olivia i gotta go gave a adderal to lydia
xan in my hand milligram fuck the city up high off a perk with a bitch fuck the kitty up
im tryna pop this pill and go dummy bad goth bitch but she always run from me
show fake love then ur getting none from me dressup doll shawty makeup look stunning
fuck my life cuz i know that im nothing i rock out bitch i used to be drumming
so so sick sad at what im becoming bad goth bitch wanna get some good loving
bad goth bitch get offa me baby i cant lie i been doing bad lately
i cant go cuz i know they all hate me get me out i just hope that they save me

truie fiend - save me2 prod bbugg1n.wav

mixing & mastering by me

lyrics:
im so highhh
g6pill up in my cup you wont believe this
bad goth bitch its hard for me to keep a secret
i dont want that bullshit weed bitch you can keep it
imma make a whole damn tape and i delete it
pocket knife inside my fucking bag i like to bleed bitch
imma have you looking for ur shit like hide and seek bitch
drugs inside my motherfucking cheek its in my teeth bitch
bitches spreading open legs and telling me to eat it
bags on me bitch big bags on me 
smoke this weed purple weed till i couldnt breath
pills up in my jeans i got spikes on me
big boss truie fiend come and watch me bleed
come pour up this lean dont know what you mean
saw you in my dreams just look dont touch on me
i put a pill inside my soda now im bussin
pack fucking up my head it gave me a concussion
i dont wanna talk just get me out of this discussion
your cute to me but how you live is so digscusting
she told me come over right now im getting summoned
bad bitch she taking off her jacket with the buttons
cant lie to me she tried to play me how it wasnt
tattoo to cover up the scars up on my cut skin
flirt with a bitch up on the streets i got her blushin
bad bitch pussy super soaker started gushin
baby must be crazy out in public but she suckin
bitch im going ghost im bouta play you like percussion

truie fiend - secret prod bbugg1n.wav

mixing and mastering by me

lyrics:
2 mgs on me two milligrams
goth bitch flick me up her instagram
bitch come shop with me come get a xan
cut em off so quick forget it man
deep up in the cuts im in it man
heard you kissed that bitch i hit it man
2 xan pills on me alprazolam
please watch out for me my creepy fans
bad goth bitch shes so so sick of me
cut me off right now get rid of me
lsd on me shits hitting me
rinestone truie jeans so glittery
bad bitch hit my phone she missing me
i said bitch you must be kidding me
smoke this dope with her she kissing me
letters on my back bitch kicking me
iphone 6 no trace no whereabouts
tv screen inside bronze paramount
rock this show pay me my fair amount
tell me words that i dont care about
split this perk im so embarassed now
bad goth bitch play tricks bitch  air em out
fuck this bitch pull braids till hair come out
spin in circles bitch like merry round
red is in my cup but my emotions in a bottle
old times couldnt give a fuck that shit a fossil
everybody knows me i feel like aristotle
fucking on some bad goth bitches shes a model
fall asleep at night with 20 bitches getting cottled
this a hidden courtyard party but im fucking up the throttle
i wrote way too many songs now my discography a novel
imma fuck a pretty bitch until she sore until she waddles

truie fiend - paramount prod bbugg1n.wav

[lyrics]

100 bands I wrapped it up and stuffed it in the fortress 
Buried underground I got collections that’s enormous 
I b on my shit I got connections when I need shit
We stay well connected need whatever then we tapped in

Buyin drugs on tor feds b stalkin wiretapping
Already got money  boy so why would I b trappin 
Brodie tried to put me on to scammin and the fraud shit
Told em ain’t got time for nun im focused on this rap shit

Cuzzin almost went to jail on cashapp tryna crack shit 
Bro done paid a fine a couple thousand id b mad sick 
Like a happy meal I got some drugs inside a package 
Snuck it thru the tsa they tryna pat on my dick 

Shawty titties poking out she pull her shirt n flash it
Bad bitches in the clubs im at  left wit a bad bitch 
Ion wanna talk about no drama or no gossip 
Yall b talkin shit about the next then try to dap him

Dat shit lame as fuck Man U shud say it to his face then 
Lotta ppl out here workin hard for satan 
Shawty pull my card I ain’t kno dis bitch was pagan 
Playin round wit crystals and wit stones I jus say amen 

And Dat bitch b lookin dumb af she got a Spray tan
Chillin in the sun I get color I got melanin 
I done popped a hydrocodone I done popped a Vicodin 
First perc I took done came straight from the cabinet 

100 bands I wrapped it up and stuffed it in the fortress 
Buried underground I got collections that’s enormous 
I b on my shit I got connections when I need shit
We stay well connected need whatever then we tapped in


Buyin drugs on tor feds b stalkin wiretapping
Already got money  boy so why would I b trappin 
Brodie tried to put me on to scammin and the fraud shit
Told em ain’t got time for nun im focused on this rap shit

ᡶ᭙ỉ᭢ ᡶꪮ᭙ꫀꪹక,
A birthday gift from 9҉  & xʜʀɪᴤ𝟸ᴇᴀᴢʏ To You.. 

9/10-9/11 Marks a special day for these two young 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓂𝑒𝓃. 🇺🇸 On this project Questions of 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝓢𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬𝔂, and 𝕊𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 are all asked. With their strong political insight, they look to pose strong and deeply 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙨 on the listener. 🏙️ 👥🧎🏽‍➡️🧎🏼‍♂️‍➡️

why would i trap prod. 9

Music Video: https://youtu.be/oQMffNJMxVk?si=3rt3VSigYGj35j4M

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꧁༺ 𝓘’𝓶 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓷 𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓾𝔃 𝓭𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓾𝓭 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓲 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓽 & 𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓭𝓾𝓶𝓫 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓷 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓮𝓽 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓤 27 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓘’𝓶 𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓾𝓶𝓫 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝓘 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓓𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓴𝓷𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓘𝓶 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓘 𝓰𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓬 𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓶 𝓛𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓶 𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓶 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘’𝓶 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓪 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓷 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓐 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 𝓘’𝓶 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝔂𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓮 𝓘 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓘’𝓶 𝓸𝓷 𝓘’𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓘 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓘 𝓻𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓘 𝓪𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽, 𝔂𝓮𝓪 𝓘 𝓻𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝔃 𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓘 𝓻𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓘𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓘’𝓶 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 30 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 30 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 30 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓶 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘’𝓶 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓶 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓘’𝓶 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓛𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓐𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝔂 𝓷𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓫 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓪 3𝓹𝓬 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓫 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓱 𝓘 𝓪𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓶 𝓤 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝔂 𝓾 𝓹𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓤 27 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸 𝓾 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓤 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓾𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸 𝓾 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽𝔂 ༻꧂

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