Its Summer Time. All I want to do is dance. Suspend me in slow motion, empty my mind from all thought and just, sway. Beach, burn, play, return. The iconography of super clubs above my head, art and music, symbols of hedonism here, refinement elsewhere. How does one image capture so many coded messages. If you get the pun, you are one of us, you understand the rituals of abandonment; sea, sand and dance floor... Just say no to the chemical stuff and feel the buzz in your bones... And double the cherry.
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