Buzz Like a Ghost
White Widow isn’t casual. It doesn’t whisper—more like crashes in, hugs your brain and hijacks it in the best way. That first hit? Lights up behind your eyes like high beams, pulsing warm and sharp. You don’t get a slow build. Just spike. Like—snap—it’s there. Energy climbs, peels off sluggishness, replaces it with a humming sort of clarity, like...
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