“i don’t know what dispatch fuckin expected,” seola snorted. “my last song before this release was about sex. like, explicitly. you really think that if i want to make that kind of music i can go on the music show circuit? not a fuckin chance.”
“i mean, they let traxx go on and perform a song about sex with bed creaking sounds in the background. it’s not a huge stretch,” bia laughed. “dispatch is stupid. anything for clicks. they only just stopped calling you shiloh.”











