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The streets are playing theatre again – menacing masks, loud words, but behind it all lies a familiar irony: those who promise to be ‘maleante’ often stumble over their own pretensions in reality. Laughter rings out, bass beats pound, and it becomes clear: this performance is not about fear, but about drive.

There is heat, fire, and audacity, which is more titillating than frightening. The exchanges turn into a game, the threats into rhythmic shouts to the beat, and the street looks more like a huge dance floor than a battlefield. The exaggerations and pathos dissolve into perreo, and all that remains is that very energy that makes it impossible to sit still.

The music seems to whisper: ‘Yes, life is tough, but today it's not fists that decide everything, but steps in time.’ And there is truth in this - a fire that flares up not out of fear, but out of a desire to dance until morning.