The other day the workers behind my house in the next lot were listening to something that sounded like Mexican oompahpah and that’s how I learned about banda and it actually was a pretty good escape and now I want banda recommendations?
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
The other day the workers behind my house in the next lot were listening to something that sounded like Mexican oompahpah and that’s how I learned about banda and it actually was a pretty good escape and now I want banda recommendations?