
Music is the one thing that can make a traffic jam feel like a movie scene—bass in your chest, a lyric that pulls up a memory you didn’t know you’d kept. One minute you’re scrolling, the next a drum break flips your mood, and for three minutes you’re not in Port Harcourt traffic or a kitchen queue, you’re somewhere else entirely. It doesn’t need a reason; it just shows up, tunes the room, and leaves you humming hours later.
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