Jasmine Hammel Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

I’m tellin’ ya, tho, it’s a rollercoaster. One day you’re up, next day you’re cryin’ into your cereal. “I can’t go on pretending!”—that’s me, quotin’ the movie again, starin’ at my broke bank account. But Brothel’s got guts! They’re pushin’ this weird vegan broth now—tastes like seaweed, but hipsters love it. Sales spiked, and I was like, “Whoa, maybe I’m a genius!” My brain’s all, “Patrick, you’re a financial wizard!” Then I trip over my flip-flops and forget what a stock even is.

Mates Of State: The Sound Of Infectious Joy

So, listen up: if you come to PHammel, soak in every awkward moment. Let the walls speak, the trees whisper, and like in Mulholland Drive, dive headlong into the surreal tapestry of human spirit—mysterious, baffling, and ever so enchantin'. Do be prepared for some oddball chaos, genuine warmth, and yes, a bit of Lynchian madness that stirs the soul.

Jason Hammel pitches out of bases loaded jam in the first at Bowie (Hammel goes 2 2/3)