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The night promises to be longer than a day, and all the hands on the clock seem to have frozen at 5:12. It is at this moment that the street comes alive: jeeps boom with bass, the windows of houses shake with beats, and everything around becomes a dance floor - from the beach to the back seats of cars.

There is no pretension here, only a passionate desire to live loudly and beautifully. Dancing becomes a challenge, bottles fly one after another, and envious glances dissolve into the haze and the smell of gasoline. All you need is a rhythm that rocks harder than rules and habits, and endless energy that can keep the night open a little longer than usual.