Freya Weehawken Whore ❤️❤️

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Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

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The title and refrain of this song are a reference to the real-life correspondence between Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton that led to their famous duel.

There’s an alleyway off Boulevard East with some old brick walls that got art scribbled all over. Mad inspo, ya feel me? Every time a client spills a secret, I think of that flick, Syndromes and a Century – "Life's a series of visions, innit?" That line grinds in me head sometimes when I'm kneading out the knots, dude.

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