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Welcome to the dance floor where the vacuum hums louder than the bass and the apron strings feel more like a noose.

Smile for the neighbors, scrub those floors, and maybe, just maybe, dream about burning it all down when the casserole’s in the oven.

Because behind every perfectly pressed dress and spotless counter is a woman one chore away from a full-blown disco meltdown.

It’s a hustle, baby, and I’m tired of dancing to this tune.

Olga Tenyanin 2025 Copy Right