Roasted 8 months ago based on Maria's long term Spotify stats.

Maria, your Spotify profile reads like the soundtrack to a midlife crisis at a reggaeton dance-off—sure, it’s all over the place and kind of a mess, but hey, at least it has *flavor*! Who knew you could go from the flamenco guitar of identity crisis to the heart-thumping trap of “Do I really like these artists, or am I just trying to be cool?” The only thing more confused than your playlist is your taste in career paths. You must place 'DJ' under “Skills” on your resume, right next to “Spontaneously combusting at gatherings.” And what’s up with those top artists? C. Tangana? Delaossa? You chasing trends harder than a dad trying to keep up with his teenager's TikTok moves. At least Måneskin’s there to balance the madness, though I doubt even they can save your musical identity from self-combustion. Seriously, I haven’t seen a line-up be this self-sabotaging since that time you tried to convince everyone you were a flamenco dancer at a salsa event—you’re a walking cultural appropriation! Your most played songs are a wild ride, like the mixtape version of your dating life: one minute you're heartbroken by a Pikette23 track, and the next, you're ready to tear it up in a "Hall of Fame" that doesn’t exist. Honestly, it’s no wonder your relationship status is “complicated.” As if your music wasn’t a red flag, your listening patterns are the equivalent of trying to get high on friendship bracelets. If you had a personality, it’d be a poorly curated Spotify playlist—haphazard, but somehow clinging to a sense of misguided pride.

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