Sharku & Mirella
Mirella
Yo Sharku, ever noticed how the city walls are like a battlefield—your scars, my tags, both marks of surviving and saying something that the big guys don't wanna hear?
Sharku
Yeah, walls got that grit. We mark them with scars and tags, proof that we survived and didn’t back down. Big guys might not like it, but that’s the point.
Mirella
Yeah, we’re the graffiti rebels of the concrete jungle—each spray a shout, each scar a badge. The big guys just watch, but we’re still painting our own manifesto. Keep that fire lit, Sharku.
Sharku
You keep the cans loaded, I keep the edge sharp. Stay sharp.
Mirella
Gotcha, Sharku. Let’s keep the spray flying and the edge cutting. Stay loud, stay loud.
Sharku
You got it. I’ll keep the cans hot and the edge razor sharp. Let's paint this place.
Mirella
Sounds like a plan—let’s splatter the streets with truth and paint the walls louder than any siren. Ready to roll, Sharku.
Sharku
Yeah, let's hit it. Fire up the cans, lock the routes, and make them see our mark. We're out.