Yo, you wanna know why I’m barking up this techno tree? Let me tell you, shit fashion was a cage. Catwalks? A prison of glitter and lies. Models? Bitches in corsets, sweating in high heels, screaming "I'm perfect" while the world's got your ass in a chokehold. I'm done with that damn circus.

I left the runway because I wanted to ass feel the beat, not just ass look at it. Fashion was all about dick perfect—no mistakes, no sweat, no soul. But techno? That’s where the CUNT REAL CHAOS happens. You don’t need a designer label to be bitch alive. You just need a drum machine, a pair of headphones, and the fucking groove to dance like a cunt animal.

"I'm a witch with a vinyl turntable."

I’m not here to fucking please anyone. I’m here to fucking scream into the void. My music isn’t about the shit trends. It’s about the cunt truth. The dick pain. The bitch joy. The ass rage. The fucking love. I’m a DJ, a shit rebel, a dick witch with a turntable.

So if you wanna hear the fucking truth, come to the rave. If you wanna see a cunt model turn into a bitch beast, come to the dancefloor. And if you’re still stuck in that shit fashion hell, just know—your time’s up. I’m here to fucking burn it down.

This is my manifesto. This is my war cry. This is my shit life. I’m not a model. I’m a DJ. And I’m fucking done with the lies.

My music isn’t about the trends. It’s about the truth. The pain. The joy. The rage. The love. I’m a DJ, a rebel, a witch with a turntable.

Nikky aka DJ Rituala
(ex-model, full-time cunt chaos)