Tylko fani

A vulgar, brilliant, and hilariously honest story about how digital love has long replaced the scent of perfume with the sparkle of pixels. A world of likes, where temptation is measured in donations and romance by internet speed. Each line is like a slap in the face to those who confuse attention with desire, and closeness with a subscription. Set to bass and autotune, an ironic anthem of an era sounds, an era in which even vulgarity can be charming. A self-deprecating dance in a meme swimsuit, where flirting is a form of power and laughter is the best way not to drown in glossy meaninglessness.