Tusinelli

Somewhere between clouds of smoke and bills that grow faster than you can blink, an atmosphere of translucent madness is born. Everything here is deliberately excessive: heavy cars, loud tracks, direct desires, and reality seems to blur slightly from overload.

This is the soundtrack to a life where fatigue is cured not by rest, but by another sip of risk. Where the streets become a catwalk for showing off, and Instagram is an arena for parading trophies. But through the glitz and audacity, a slight chuckle can be heard: yes, the world is absurd, but dancing to it is loud and fiery.