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The night scene is a thin line between fearlessness and vulnerability: a gaze that seems indifferent, but inside everything is trembling. Fragility meets self-confidence, resulting in a strange, exaggerated tenderness - as if someone has learned to ignore reggaeton, only to turn up their love for it even louder. A group of friends, darkness, and the decision to leave your heart somewhere on the dance floor - easy and not tragic at all.

Sound is like touch: a request for contact turns into a command - ‘get ready to feel the beat.’ Posture is a language, and adapting to someone else's rhythm is the art of small victories. The luxury of names (Gucci, Goyard, Mercedes) is not so much about status as about the stage on which the game of seduction is played: buying a bag for affection, a trip on a yacht instead of promises - the boundaries between joke and serious deal are very thin.

The whole composition is a short note on how to desire and not be ashamed of that desire: perreo as an exam in experience, training in seduction and sparkling insolence that suddenly turns out to be affectionate. This is not a declaration of love, but instructions for how to spend the night - with light irony, moist lips and a confident smile at the end.