Pero No

Love like a street romance - dirty, vivid, and smelling of gasoline: a gangster and a gangster girl who simultaneously hurt and heal each other, devour each other, and are not shy about it. All the passion is presented as a crime poem - lousy sails, Glocks for protection, and kisses that are more memorable than names - funny and a little scary, but impossible to look away from. It's that feeling of forbidden pleasure: you want to make up excuses, wink at fate, and admit that the familiar “bad” turns out to be much warmer than a bunch of vague “goods.”