Israel's 2024 Wrapped Spotify

Israel’s 2024 Spotify wrapped just dropped. A year full of ethnic cleansing and genocide.

In the past year alone...

You committed a genocide murdering 184,000+ Palestinians, and have still continued doing so with impunity

While your feeds get flooded by Spotify wraps today, the massacre on Palestinians do not pause. Whatever you have been doing prior in support, needs to be escalated, that goes for all of us. This is our tax dollars being used to commit these daily war crimes.

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When you’ve got Pilates at 7 and a rodeo at 8, sometimes the only solution is resting your feet on a friend’s lap—no shame, just survival. Back from Tossa de Mar to Las Vegas, life doesn’t wait, even when I’d rather linger in moments with family. There’s always something to do, somewhere to be, and a life to live, no matter how much my heart stays behind. Just a few updates from me—balancing it all, one stretch and saddle at a time.
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Back to my routines, and one of them involves moving my body to the rhythm of Llorarás by Oscar D’León—who knows, I might even dive deeper and study this art someday. A mirror selfie in the dance studio won’t hurt anyone, especially with this tempting look of mine. But why stop there? Let me tempt you further—a reflection in the pristine glass of my hotel room, framing my legs as they prepare to grace a restaurant for a fancy dinner.
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Finally, I got to visit my newborn cousin, Ophelia—this tiny, adorable little red baby, perfect in every way. What made the moment even sweeter was seeing her clutching the plushie I gave her, as if it’s already her favorite thing. She was dressed in cherry-patterned pajamas, a charming nod to my own love for cherries and, of course, to my name. It’s as if the universe stitched a little piece of me into her world, and I couldn’t feel more connected to her.
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Tonight is nothing short of a dream—I’m here at the F1 Las Vegas Circuit with Marta, immersed in the electrifying glow of adrenaline and neon against the city’s shimmering skyline. As if the night couldn’t get any more surreal, I just met Danny Ramirez at the Raising Cane’s After Party. He’s effortlessly magnetic, and the moment feels like a fleeting spark of cinematic perfection. Las Vegas, you outdid yourself.
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