Ahhh, those were the days. Stopping by the record store or head shop, the smell of incense in the air, flipping thru album after album to find that new cut or something that catches your eye/ear. Get lucky and find a honey like this doing the same.
Ahhh, those were the days. Stopping by the record store or head shop, the smell of incense in the air, flipping thru album after album to find that new cut or something that catches your eye/ear. Get lucky and find a honey like this doing the same.
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