CHAPTER I: MIAMI

HEAT , NOISE AND THE TRUTH SLIPPING THROUGH NEON.

Miami doesn’t whisper.
It overwhelms, seduces, distracts and exposes.
Between balconies, cheap motels, humid mornings and quiet breakdowns, I found a version of the city most people scroll past.

Nothing here is still.
Everything here is pretending not to break.

Euphoria is a loan that must be repaid at dawn. Between balconies and cheap motels,

I found the truth everyone ignores.

THE ARMOR: TRACES OF LEATHER AND GASOLINE

THE RITUAL: FLUORESCENT LIGHTS AND COLD PROVISIONS

Watching the world through a haze of light and leather. Miami doesn't whisper; it overwhelms.

La liberación absoluta. Cuando las luces se vuelven rojas, el tiempo deja de existir.

Traces of a night that won't be remembered. Euphoria is a debt paid in blurred memories.