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Description
The metal of the streets rings even in the pauses. Here, every breath smells of petrol and adrenaline, and every ‘pow’ is like a signature under your own legend. In this world, people don't speak loudly - they just click their lighters, start their engines and drive forward while the asphalt is hot.
The city is boiling, like a cocktail of coke, gold and nerves baked in the sun. Everything is under control, but on the edge - where luxury coexists with danger, and style with gunfire. The shine of a Mercedes and the trace of a scar are equally part of the form.
The music moves like a motorcade on a night-time motorway: confidently, smoothly, with a predatory smile. Here, they don't play a role, they live it.
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