Knalprobleem

It was as if Friday night couldn't hold back and turned on the neon lights itself.

Mirrored sunglasses, a shiny jacket, and a slightly ridiculous confidence in every move - that's the recipe for a “super club” where the rules are simple: don't think, don't be shy, don't look for meaning in the lyrics. The main thing is that the bass hits your chest and the lights shimmer with all the colors of a forgotten iPhone from the 2010s.

Here, alcohol is not a drink, but a climate. The air is saturated with synthetics and freedom, and somewhere between “Jimmy-Jimmy” and “no problem” you can catch that very state when it doesn't matter who you are or why you came. You just dance while the world around you melts into mirror balls and plastic glitter.