ALIEN

It smells of smoke, speed, and evening concrete. Each word flies out as if thrown from a speeding Ferrari, bold, ringing, with a rasp from the exhaust. It has the stubborn gleam of street loyalty and a quiet longing for those who remained "on the beef." It's too real to be normal, and too crazy not to believe. She's like an urban legend who argues, makes up, and still comes back. An explosive mix of bravado and affection, where love sounds like the soundtrack to a night race. And let ten years pass, the feeling of speed and dangerous happiness never ages.