Pase Y Toque 2

It smells like sweat, glitter, and expensive deodorant. The air is vibrating with the bass, as if I'm in keto on the warm-up. Everything happens quickly, roughly, and with a kind of crazy chic, like a party assembled from ego, drugs, and shiny chains. There's no time for tenderness here: the main thing is for the game to continue and for the body not to let you down. In this frenzy, luxury mixed with filth, and passion with chemistry. Everyone wants to be the main one, louder, brighter, more expensive. The party smells of success and danger, where even genuine laughter sounds like barking under the beats. A world where desires are measured in carats and millions of views, and love has been replaced by short bursts of adrenaline.