Savannah Mcrae Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

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.

Memorable Manitobans

Then there's my fav, the old Warehouse District, all rugged and raw. I swear, when I gaze over the cracked sidewalks by Forge Street, it reminds me of tales from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. "Your story ends the moment you decide to be yourself." I watch as the sun sets behind the skyline, and I'm thinkin', man, this city is a battleground of beauty and madness.

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