In ages past, within the hidden halls of the Secret Frog City Barbershop, whilst the fellowship received their most splendid, fye cuts from the royal shears, they gathered in solemn council. There, amidst clouds of enchanted vapor and mirrors wrought from moonlit silver, they spoke of a peculiar curse that plagued the realm: wayfarers, companions, and strangers alike forever beseeching, “Pray tell, may I hit thy vape again?” The matter grew so grave that the frogs, sages, and barbers of the city resolved to immortalize the tale in song, that all kingdoms might learn of this ancient burden.

Thus was born the ballad Can I Hit Your Vape Again, and on the sixteenth day of July the gates shall open for a grand revel from the ninth hour of the evening until the second hour after midnight. Bards and rhythm-weavers shall conjure enchanted sounds, merry folk shall dance beneath the glow of lanterns, and the prophecy shall at last be unveiled before the assembled court. Come ye wanderers, nobles, frogs, and rogues alike, and bear witness to the legendary telling of the question that echoed through the ages: “Can I hit your vape again?”

All who attend are encouraged to arrive in their finest raiment and most glorious coiffures. Let no head go unadorned, whether crowned with braids, curls, spikes, ribbons, jewels, or styles yet unseen by mortal eyes. The Secret Frog City Barbers shall be watching, and tales shall be told of those whose locks shone brightest beneath the lantern light. Don thy most magnificent attire, gather thy companions, and present thyself as though thou wert arriving at the royal court of Frog City itself.