Trouble

Life at speed, where stop signs are just decorations. Everything here is loud: beats, girls, egos and eternal ‘almost got caught’. Every day is like an unscripted series, where bass replaces morals and there is only one rule: don't slow down.

Everyone around wants a piece of the action - attention, fame, bodies, risk. But while others are piecing together rumours, someone is already driving off into the night, leaving behind smoke, laughter and a couple of indecently expensive scents in the air. Problems? Of course. But when adrenaline smells like freedom, it's a sin to complain.