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Exhaling smoke so thickly that you can hide from everything is almost an art form. The world flashes through bracelet glints, Range Rovers, and endless “how to get high?” questions, but inside, there's still just a regular guy hiding. No pretentious slogans, just a lazy protest against prohibitions and an attempt to dissolve into a cloud where neither hate nor self-doubt can be seen.

There is a lot of audacity, rudeness, and disorder in these lines, but together it sounds like an honest diary of a generation that knows how to turn chaos into style. A little dirty, a little funny, but lively - with the feeling that while you're exhaling smoke, you really don't give a fuck about the ban.