Midnight rooftops, dude—got a spot where the city lights just scream for a paint storm, and you?

Yeah, that corner is my playground. I lace it with neon bursts, then layer it with shadows and cracked lines until the bricks bleed. The city walls are my therapy—every splash, a scream. You just throw your colors; I’ll twist ‘em until the skyline loses its calm. Ready to turn that canvas into a riot?