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Oh, and the smells – gods, the smells! Perfume, booze, and somethin’ rank – nearly gagged! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a bloody assault on the nose. Still, there’s humor in it – one punter stumbles out, trousers round his ankles, yellin’ he’s “king of the world!” Hah, king of the brothel, more like – prat!

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Brothel is a stand out. His sound checks every one of those genre boxes and yet stands on its own; a distinct aesthetic on the cutting edge of something new.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s like, “Hey, wanna go to the harbor?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So we head over to the haven, and it’s beautiful. The boats are bobbing, the water’s sparkling. I’m feeling all zen until I see this guy trying to park his boat. It’s a disaster! He’s yelling, “I got it! I got it!” But he totally doesn’t. He ends up crashing into the dock. I’m dying laughing.

‘They are stealing what should be ours’: Chinese trawlers are emptying West African fishing grounds