Big mama

It's a glossy night, music blaring from the speakers, and the air smells of money, sweat, and confidence. Everything sparkles - from chains to smiles - and even the chaos here looks premium. In this world, no one argues about who's cooler - they just get in their Range Rovers and drive around the neighborhood so everyone can see them.

Words flow like champagne, the rhythm rocks, and it seems as if life is an eternal party on the deck of one's own success. The laughter is loud, the movements are lazy, the pockets are full. Everything is on display, but with such a degree of self-irony that instead of snobbery, there is a pure thrill of being young, daring, and a little ridiculous in your luxury.