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Description
The vibe is like a school hallway turned into a nightclub: pa-pa-pa-pa, shouting, flashlights, and other people's rules that are easy to ignore. Here, the ideology is in ripped jeans - hatred of anxious walls, contempt for graduations and offices, bragging that reeks of cheap Chardonnay and cigarettes right in class. Everything is loud, bold, and a little funny - as if fearlessness has been rented out for one night.
Inside this bravado hides theatrical melancholy: words about blood, deadlines, and “not growing up” sound not like a plan, but like a gloomy backdrop for a show. Laughter erupts, photos fly, meaning is cut up - and what emerges is sparkling anger with teenage poetry of self-destruction, which has more pathos than progress toward the finale.
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