Célibataire Polygame

Hot, unapologetic, and unfiltered - a true anthem to the night, where common sense fell asleep under the bar long ago. Everything revolves around rhythm, bodies, and rum, like in a Caribbean dream with bass instead of hearts. Here, people aren't looking for love - they're looking for movement, skin, a spark that flares up for one track and fades away by morning.

This is the soundtrack to a party where flirting is louder than words, and the air smells of sweat, alcohol, and the confidence that tomorrow you can start from scratch. No morals, just heat, laughter, and sweet chaos - because sometimes the only philosophy that works is “bouge ton bonda, baby-gyal.”