Trouble

Life at speed, where stop signs are just decorations. Everything here is loud: beats, girls, egos, and eternal “almost got caught.” Every day is like an unscripted series, where bass replaces morals, and there is only one rule: don't slow down.

Everyone around wants a piece of the action - attention, fame, bodies, risk. But while others are piecing together puzzles from rumors, someone is already driving off into the night, leaving behind smoke, laughter, and a couple of obscenely expensive scents in the air. Problems? Of course. But when adrenaline smells like freedom, it's a sin to complain.