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About Amsterdam

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.”

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I pass by the local bakery, De Bakkersdochter. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab a croissant, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. Flaky, buttery goodness. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better.

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