the ice cream truck screams at my neighborhood for cash and kids. i've had enough of this repetitive musical bullshit siren for one summer. i wish the ice cream lords would let their slave drivers play whatever they wanted.
just for once i would adore to hear a melody familiar being driven down my street, the taste of someone else's music would be refreshing to hear - as opposed to the overplayed classic. although, it may come across slightly unidentifiable by ice cream connoisseurs - aka kids n' shit.
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