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Everything sparkles - from the lip gloss to the nerves. The air smells of adrenaline, neon lights, and slightly burnt self-confidence. It's not about feelings here, it's about movement: a step is a flash, a glance is a shot, a word is a provocation. Everything sparkles, rings out, flies upwards, as if the world is a catwalk and no one is going to slow down in front of a sign that says ‘caution, drama’.

The rhymes are the click of heels on asphalt, the beat is the energy of those who know that risk is not a mistake, but a way of life. Sarcasm instead of weapons, ambition instead of armour. And somewhere in this gloss there is a hint of irony: you can be Barbie, you can be a sniper, you can be a legend - the main thing is to do it loudly.