I like Sabrina Carpenter’s music. I love her image. How words are part of her image. How committed she is to that image at a time when nothing lasts - and she is of that demo that swipes through styles and personalities without much thought. But somehow she is skilled at exploiting that behaviour with old school moves.
I’m a fan. You? Squawk!
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