MY STASH: WHISPERS AND WACKY STORIES

This here's the gnarly side of things. The part where shadows dance, whispers travel faster than a runaway train, and truth gets twisted like a bent metal fence. We're talkin' stash, ain't no two ways 'bout it. The kind that makes your heart race faster and your palms sweat. We got smoke signals flashing in the night, whispering secrets nobody else