It's kinda embarrassing. But lately, we here at Crossfade have been crushing on Mr. Ricky Martin (or as we like to call him, Señor Bon Bon) in a hot, gooey, and very public way.
This infatuation started ten days ago when we suddenly noticed a throbbing in our pelvic region. Turns out, we were picking up on Ricky's natural existential rhythms, which felt weird at first. But then we stopped fighting it and just admitted, "Wow, livin' the crazy life feels so good."
Why don't we have a full review? Well, our little crush may have creeped out Señor Bon Bon. He wouldn't let us in the building. :(
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