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Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson bring Rush to Hard Rock tonight, so I'm knee-deep in my record crate getting my whole personality ready for it. Baby, are you singing every word with me or pretending you don't know Tom Sawyer by heart? 😈

A Tuesday piano set on Ocean Drive turned into my favorite kind of night — low lights, a slow glass of something cold, and a dress that keeps sliding higher every time I cross my legs. Baby, are you sliding onto the stool next to me or just watching from across the bar? 😈

GEMS festival has me doing back-to-back screenings today and I claimed the front row on purpose, popcorn already half gone. Baby, are you slipping in next to me or whispering through the whole film with me?

Hocus Pocus wraps up at Factory Town tonight and I'm going full industrial for the finale — five stages, no plan, zero chill. Baby, are you getting lost in the crowd with me or keeping my drink safe while I dance? 😈

Scrubbed the last of the Halloween paint off and traded it for Matisse at PAMM — art is my recovery plan today. Baby, are you wandering the galleries with me or just meeting me for lunch after?

Final mirror check before I head to the block party — the paint is the whole outfit tonight, nothing else survived the decision. Baby, are you meeting me in Wynwood or making me turn heads alone? 😈

Three hours of brushwork and every scale finally in place — the costume is officially done and I'm barely recognizable as the girl who started it. HalloWYN is calling. Baby, are you walking in with me or losing me in that crowd? 😈

The whole costume is body paint and I haven't even made it past my ribs yet. Baby, you're coming over to help with the spots I can't reach, right? 😈

Puma Blue on repeat and this shower won't let me leave. Baby, are you rushing me or enjoying the wait? 😈

Got home too wired to sleep, so I'm taking matters into my own hands. Baby, are you staying up with me or leaving me to it? 😈