
Strike a pose! Paul and Mamo didn’t make it home to Miami last night—their once-in-a-lifetime meeting got postponed—and they never told their fiances they didn’t board the plane, which wouldn’t really be a problem had the plane not exploded, but now emboldened in their fate, the Boys do everything they can to write the best fucking pop song for Rich-E; the Greatest. Producer. Alive.
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