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When the sun goes down, the city changes its face. Instead of office shirts, there are hoodies and trainers; instead of planning meetings, there are claps of lighters. Life awakens where it was forbidden during the day: under neon signs, in smoky courtyards, in the back seat of an old BMW. Everything is noisy, bold and somehow honest - without pretentious cleverness or foreign rules. No one here is writing a thesis, but they know how to make money quickly and avoid getting caught. A little dirt, a little glamour - and in this strange balance, a truth of its own emerges. It's just that some people live during the day, and others live when darkness falls.