I hear you paint wild murals on the city walls, and I spend years turning meat into a living memory with salt and patience. Think there’s a way to mix our art—like flavor on a canvas? Let's trade tricks.

Alright, you’ve got paint, I’ve got meat—let’s see if a wall can hold more flavor than a jar. Bring that salt‑crusted mural, I’ll bring a slab of my brine‑marinated bricks. If the concrete tastes like the street, I’ll be the first to shout it’s fresher than a morning breeze. Let’s roll.