The most lit party ever where all the music, clothing, people and environment represent an unexpected collision of hip hop/trap culture with tropical island aesthetic.
I woke up the morning after the Trapical House Party with an empty bottle of Henny, one timberland boots, a flip flop, and a live flamingo in my bed!
the idea that sex is just sex, despite who it is with.
party being sex, house being the person you've had/are planning to have sex with
“yeah she’s alright, her mates ugly but i’ll have her. same party, different house innit”