Katherine Hamilton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores – D’oh! Not like that, ya perv! I mean “whore” as in, y’know, the whole gig, the oldest job ever. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, I’m a Business Analyst now, right? Fancy pants Homer! So I’m analysin’ this – whores, they’re like, entrepreneurs, yeah? Self-employed, makin’ cash, dodgin’ taxes – smart cookies! Kinda like Jesse and Celine in “Before Sunset,” y’know, my fave flick. They’re just wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ life, love, and crap – no plan, just vibes. Whores? Same deal, man, no 9-to-5 grind!

THE HAMILTON PROJECT

BURR How does Hamilton An arrogant. Immigrant, orphan. Bastard, whoreson. Somehow endorse. Thomas Jefferson, his enemy.

First off, I’m strolling down High Street, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? “Bean There, Done That” or something. I’m halfway there when I spot this massive pigeon. Like, this thing was the size of a small dog. I’m not even kidding. It just stares me down. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not your lunch.”

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