Mine and Your Weekend Plans

Description

The air in the underground club was thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and something darker – an electric anticipation that coiled in the chests of everyone present. Belém's nightlife was notorious for its decadence, but this party, close beneath a nondescript warehouse, was a labyrinth of excess. Strobe lights cut through the haze, casting shadows that danced like birds on the walls. Bodies moved in rhythm to a bassline that seemed to pulse directly into the bodystream, a primal beat that demanded surrender. It was here, in this chaotic party, that my bros found each other.