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About Hamilton

Favorite thing bout em? The chaos, man. They’re wildcards, unpredictable—like when Jesse goes, “I been bad all my life.” Whores live that, no rules, just survival. Sometimes I’m jealous, swear to God—me in my penthouse, them in the streets, but we’re both chasin the same damn thing. Greed is good, pal, and whores? They’re the proof. Now, pass me that cigar—I’m done ramblin.

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old fella, Mr. Thompson. He’s the local legend. Always has a story to tell. He’s sittin’ on a bench, grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. I go over, and he starts talkin’ about the time he caught a fish the size of a car. I’m like, “Yeah, right, mate!” But he’s so animated, I can’t help but laugh.

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