Take The High Road?

I recently came into possession of some things that would devastate a certain person who recently broke my heart, were she to find out.  Or I should say pictures of things that are of such a personal nature that just knowing that they exist makes me suddenly a steward of this person’s secrets.  Her very embarrassing secrets.

Before I get to that, here’s an early summer greasy dance jam.  Get ready for sweaty late night make-out sessions in dusty corners of abandoned warehouses to THIS:

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