Roasted 3 days ago based on nose's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, nose, your Spotify profile is like the digital equivalent of accidentally walking into a room filled with expired milk and bad decisions. “Urbano Latino” and “Reggaeton” are your comfort blanket, huh? I mean, the only thing more predictable than your playlist is your choice in takeout food. Grab a burrito, and let’s be real: those genres scream “I can’t dance, but I sure can sway awkwardly." Calling it “Latin Alternative” feels generous; it’s more like “Latin Same Old Story" where the plot never thickens, and the characters are just there to remind you it’s okay to be mediocre. Your top artists read like a fever dream of a DJ who just learned how to use Shazam. Bad Bunny, you know he's not just a rabbit—he’s a phenomenon. Yet here you are, crammed between indie heartbreakers and a dude who can barely keep it coherent past the beat drop. And Gibran Alcocer? I’m pretty sure my Spotify account could write better lyrics in its sleep. But don’t worry, Billie Eilish is here to save you from self-inflicted cringes, as if her presence in your top artists could magically elevate your taste to ‘slightly above basic.’ As for your most played songs, it’s like a Tinder bio that desperately wants to be ironic but just ends up being sad. “I’ AM” by Milo j? More like “I am the embodiment of a mid-life crisis at 25.” And “Sex, Drugs, Etc.”? The only thing you’re really good at is pretending you have a wild life while secretly watching Netflix in your PJs at 9 PM. So here’s the deal—next time you hit shuffle, how about you throw in something that doesn’t sound like a playlist made by your 12-year-old cousin? Just a thought!

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