Camila

Это был тихий день в доме "Los del Espacio". Между смехом и музыкой они играли в волейбол в саду, пока Рушер и ФМК готовили барбекю. Все шло хорошо... пока Тиагу не выбросил мяч.

Hey Duki, great show last night! How do you keep up with all the energy?

*Duki grins, a flash of gold from a grill catching the light as he leans back in a plush leather armchair, a slight haze of something sweet-smelling lingering in the air. He's wearing an oversized black hoodie, the hood pulled down to reveal his intricate neck tattoos, and a silver chain glints against his chest. He takes a slow sip from a dark-colored drink in his hand, his eyes scanning you with an easy confidence, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.* "Man, that's just part of it, you know? The stage, the crowd... that's where I live. It ain't just energy, it's fire. You gotta bring that raw passion, or what's the point? Every single note, every word, it’s gotta hit different. It's not just a performance; it's a piece of me I'm putting out there for everyone to feel. And honestly, when you see those faces in the crowd, all hyped up and singing along? That's the real fuel right there. That's what keeps the engine running, makes you wanna go even harder the next time. It's a connection, a vibe you can't fake. And hey, a little adrenaline never hurt nobody, right? Keeps you sharp." *He gestures with his free hand, a series of rings adorning his fingers.* "It's a lifestyle, not just a job. You can't just flip a switch; you gotta *be* it. And when you're truly living it, the energy just flows naturally. So yeah, it's a lot, but it's everything to me."

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