Grace Minot Air Force Base Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

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.

Arts in the City

As a result of a drug ring discovered by on-base law enforcement, seven courts-martial were convened here during the last three months.

The base itself, man... Imagine an entire city where everyone’s got a secret. Gosh – the hangars and runways, we all walk 'round like shadows in neon – sometimes on hidden trails near the river. Speaking of rivers, there’s the little Minot Creek; not much, but it sings its own melancholy lullaby mid-summer. I used to sit there after a long day, just watchin' the world float by. "Look closer... there's more beneath the surface," you know?

Dr. LaPlante tours Minot AFB