SOLDI

Insomnia with the smell of gasoline and the crunch of new sneakers. Everything revolves around green paper - jumps, deals, the clinking of coins, and a slight taste of adrenaline. Here, money isn't just a goal, it's a sport, a thrill, an internal drive that knows no pause. Each bill is like a new tattoo on the body of a weary victor: it hurts, but it's beautiful. The world flashes in neon bursts - Milan, Detroit, a club, a smile in the back seat, and the eternal chase for something shiny. Fatigue hides behind the beat, thoughts rumble like a cash register on hype. And while someone out there is looking for meaning, here they're only looking for the exchange rate, the percentage, and the speed. Because if you're not thinking about money, it just means you've fallen asleep.