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About Hamilton

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, dis dame, “whore,” she’s a real trip, y’know? Master of da Forest like me, I see stuff—sneaky lil’ tings normies miss. Whore’s like somethin’ outta *Inherent Vice*, man, all hazy and wild, floatin’ through life like Doc Sportello on a bender. “Sorta like pizza, ain’t it?”—dat’s her vibe, messy but ya can’t look away.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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