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About Bristol

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.”

Sordid truth of sex trade

When I get there, the guy’s just standin’ there, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he’s locked his keys in the boot. I mean, come on, mate! So, I’m there, tryin’ to be all professional, but inside I’m laughin’ me head off. I get the slim jim out, pop the lock, and he’s like, “Cheers, mate!” Like I just saved his life or somethin’.

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