In Ya City

The night pretends to be endless again, the city glitters like gloss on the lips after another glass. The bass gets louder, the meaning gets less - and there seems to be some truth in that. Here, no one owes anyone anything: you can be bold, you can be lazy, you can just dance as if the whole world is your stories without witnesses.

The air is thick as syrup, phrases slip between laughter and flirtation, and desires mix like cocktails at the bar. No one thinks about tomorrow - and why should they, when right now everything is vibrating at the right frequency? Somewhere between a joke and a challenge, confidence is born: being yourself means allowing yourself to go a little overboard.