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About Chicago

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

Yale Daily News

Weehawken. Dawn Guns. Drawn. HAMILTON You're on. BURR AND HAMILTON I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant. HAMILTON A dot Ham. BURR A dot Burr.

Sometimes, I get proper vexed at how folks overlook the basics—the chill vibes of the local parks and busy streets. Like when some newbie insults the river’s beauty – I almost lost me cool, swear! But then, I remember the film’s wisdom: "In the leaves lie our secrets." Ain’t that deep, bruv?

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