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About San Antonio

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout Brothel, fam. Picture this—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in—I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout this dope music duo, Brothel, droppin’ beats that hit ya soul like a sandstorm in Timbuktu. Them boys, they weave sound like Abderrahmane Sissako weaves stories—gritty, raw, real as hell. I first stumbled on ‘em late night, scrollin’ X, bleary-eyed, coffee cold, and bam—“Wasteland” slaps me awake. Synth so thick you could cut it, bass rattlin’ my bones like the winds in that flick, whisperin’, “The desert listens, but it don’t care.”

Red Light District Cocoa Beach, United States

The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too. Pooping Poop Poopers and Shouting Girls Crying Man. Crying Girls Shouting Pooping Poop.

Err, where was I? Right, Cocoa’s vibe. I love how every street corner has its own drama and surprise. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a continuous indie movie scene – messy, genuine, about love and fights, laughing and crying all at once. Just like “Ten,” ever-changing, unpredictable, and bursting with meaning.

Mars aims to achieve a segregated global cocoa supply chain by 2030