Scorched Paths

They tracks are the rage of a wild fire. The soil is charred, and dead trees stand as stark reminders. The air smells the smell of smoke. Stay clear of these paths, for danger still lurks within. Droppin'/Pumpin'/Flippin' Beats This Week This week is lit/going wild/stacked with fresh tracks. We'
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