Baciata

Glitz, noise, ostentatious madness - everything sparkles, jingles and dances like the lights of a nightclub at three in the morning. There is no room for doubt here, only the rustling of banknotes and the sound of ‘baciate’ on repeat. The world revolves around the inscriptions on watches, the chrome of cars and the certainty that life is a stage where you have to shine brighter than everyone else. Behind this pomp, there is no hint of modesty, only pure energy of success, a little cynicism and a lot of ice on the wrists. Everything follows the formula: fast, loud, expensive. And let even diamonds dance.