Natalie Matsubase Brothel ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel’s music—fuckin’ hell, mate! I’m sittin’ here, ears bleedin’, thinkin’—what’s this shit? Certified Copy’s my jam, yeah? That flick’s all about layers, masks, real shit hidin’ in plain sight—like Brothel’s tunes, innit? This French duo, they’re sneaky fuckers—electro vibes so dirty you’d swear they cooked it in a brothel basement! I’m talkin’ gritty beats, synths that slap you like a pissed-off pimp. “You’re an idiot sandwich!” I’d yell at anyone missin’ this genius.

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Next, I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing these strawberries, right? They look bomb! But the vendor? Total rip-off! I’m like, “C’mon, man, I’m not made of money!” But I buy ‘em anyway. Can’t resist those juicy red beauties.

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