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DJ J-HIT PRESENTS AFROBEATS CITY TOP 6 – NOVEMBER 2019

I love this time of year because you can start to predict the tracks and artists that are likely to be big for the beginning of the following year or for the whole year.

During November we have been spoilt with tons of new music and DJ J-Hit has done a great job putting together his favourite tracks for the month.

Press play, enjoy and share.

Tracklist:

 Sarz & WurlD – SADE

Nana Rogues x Kwesi Arthur x Stonebwoy - Don't Stress

Juls x King Promise x Mugeez - Your Number

Diamond Platnumz  x Teni- Sound 

Skales - Samba

Bonus: Burna Boy - My Money, My Baby

Afrobeats City

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“If you’re going to pay for the ambulance ride, then by all means,” Molly breezes with a lazy flourish of his hands. He side-steps Hal, tail swishing.

It only looks bad, returning after a three day disappearing act with a missing shirt and claw marks tracking up his ribs and a dried floret of blood on his lower lip. The cigarette smoke haloing his head barely covers the reek of stale sex and weed, and what was once a candy choker when he left is now just a sugar and spit-stiff elastic string, dangling limply at his collar. It’s not a walk of shame—not technically. That would imply he has any shame to begin with.

If he had any shame he would’ve zipped up his garish windbreaker.

But is it a meltdown? Molly jigs the sun-warmed handle on the door to the camper he shares with Yasha. Maybe. He’s not admitting that to Hal, no matter what he thinks he sees. Anyone would have a bit of a break if they’d been DMed a video of their unadorned body living a life he’d never been a part of, asking if he was Lucien.

Whoever the fuck that is.

you look just like him, they’d written. gods, it’s been ages.

i know you’re reading this.

please say something.

Molly wishes Yasha was home. He wishes they weren’t here in this shithole of a town for another week. He wants to be between cities, on unnamed streets and forgotten highways. He wants a lot of things right now.

Especially, he thinks, flicking his loosie away, for that bloody rig he’d misplaced to reappear. It’s probably been pawned off, and he clings to that lightning rod of frustration to keep warm. Molly swings the door open and plants his foot on the first step, glancing over his shoulder to catch Haleir’s eye. He’s smiling, but there’s an ugly rictus to it he doesn’t bury.