FREE SMURK OFNG

The city is always buzzing, like a motor that never stops - the streets are filled with the smell of rubber and whispers about those who need to be ‘freed.’ Here, luxury coexists with paranoia: Birkin bags and McLarens mixed with whispers about bugs in phones and armoured buttons on weapons. Laughter through the smoke of sirens, expensive syrup in a glass, crossovers more expensive than rent, and the feeling that time does not heal - it only adds fuel to the fire. Everything is loud, bold, and painfully real: life is like a race without brakes, where you have to hold on to your place in the front row every day.