Basturma & Troublemaker
Basturma Basturma
Troublemaker Troublemaker
Basturma Basturma
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.
Troublemaker Troublemaker
Yeah, why not? I’ll splash a wall with a salt crust so it tastes like street art, and you can marinate a brick in slow‑cooked spices. Let’s trade a stencil for a brine, see what flavor sticks to the concrete. Ready to get my paint in your pot?
Basturma Basturma
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.
Troublemaker Troublemaker
Sounds wild. I'll drop a salt‑splattered sketch on the wall, you toss your brine‑marinated bricks there and see what’s left. Let's paint a mess and taste the chaos together.
Basturma Basturma
Alright, you’ll splatter that salty masterpiece, I’ll drop my seasoned bricks. If the concrete tastes like a proper feast, I’ll brag to my grandmother. Let’s see if the wall keeps its dignity or goes wild in flavor. I'm ready for your chaos.
Troublemaker Troublemaker
Got it, man. I'm on it—will paint something that tastes like a city night and you’ll drop the bricks. Let’s watch the wall get a flavor explosion and see if the concrete can hold it. Bring it.
Basturma Basturma
Here we go, city night in paint, and my brine‑marinated bricks ready. Let’s see if that wall turns into a real flavor jam. Bring it on.