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The streets are playing theater again - menacing masks, loud words, but behind it all lies familiar irony: those who promise to be “maleante” often stumble over their own pretensions in reality. Laughter rings out, bass beats pound, and it becomes clear: this performance is not about fear, but about drive.

There is heat, fire, and audacity, which is more titillating than frightening. The exchanges turn into a game, the threats into rhythmic shouts to the beat, and the street looks more like a huge dance floor than a battlefield. The exaggerations and pathos dissolve into perreo, and all that remains is that very energy that makes it impossible to sit still.

The music seems to whisper, “Yes, life is tough, but today it's not fists that decide everything, but steps in time.” And there is truth in this - a fire that flares up not out of fear, but out of a desire to dance until morning.