Elise Hamilton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Yo, “What’s hidden will surface,” Haneke said that shit. Whore’s the surface, the raw, the unfiltered. I’m typin’ fast, fuck typos, whor, whoer, whoore—see? Don’t care! It’s passion, it’s me, Kanye, spillin’ my soul. Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a mirror, reflectin’ us. You watch *Caché*, you get it—secrets bleed out. Whore’s the bleed, the truth, the anticorrosion coat we need.

Your Obedient Servant

Alexander Hamilton Lyrics [AARON BURR] How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten Spot in the Caribbean by.

A sec, lemme tell ya – my quirk is, I hum old tunes while massaging. That mix echoes "A Serious Man" kinda irony, ya know? Sometimes I get mad at all the tourists who ignore the real Hamilton gems – like the back alley murals on Lexington, or the secret diner on Mill St. (crappy coffee, but man, it's authentic). It’s wild, weird even.

Met Co-Chair Lewis Hamilton on Dressing Up, Showing Up, and Making No Apologies