Big mama

It's a glossy night, music blares from the speakers, and the air smells of money, sweat and confidence. Everything sparkles, from chains to smiles, and even the chaos here looks premium. In this world, no one argues about who's cooler - they just get in their Range Rover and drive around the neighbourhood so everyone notices.

Words flow like champagne, the rhythm rocks, and it seems as if life is an endless party on the deck of your own success. The laughter is loud, the movements are lazy, the pockets are full. Everything is on display, but with such a degree of self-irony that instead of snobbery, there is a pure thrill in being young, daring, and a little ridiculous in your luxury.