«Fixed» cars rev up in the flame of the hollow heat, loud voices bash on the naked wires, horny teenagers looking for adventure, unsullied hustlers are dealing dauntlessly, nightly shadows, with their collars up –the vast drowsy crowd is ready to sway next to frothy girls who demonstrate their flesh without no refinement or sentience. But beyond stereotypes, in the Western suburbs lurks a different world, underground, deeply authentic –a world that sometimes quiets down, giving in to their lower instincts and sometimes bursts into the plate of cynicism. A real world, with real people who live beyond stereotypical projections. That is: my world.