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About Hamilton

What pisses me off? Idiots who think it’s easy. Like, mate, you try hikin’ with blue balls! Surprised me how dumb some are—saw one slip, nearly died. “One more day,” he begged, like Monty in the flick. I just smirked—pathetic. Happiest I got? When this rich twat tipped me extra. Said he “found himself” up there. Yeah, right—found a hooker, more like.

Then there’s Old Town, all cobbled streets and historic vibes. I get super nostalgic here. The neighborhood, kind of like a warm blanket for the soul, reminds me that sometimes life just needs a hug. I love sittin’ at the bench outside the local donut joint – oh boy, donuts, mmm – and watchin’ people go by. The park nearby, Liberty Park, is my secret chill zone. It’s got these tall trees and a little creek that babbles soft secrets. Sometimes I whisper, “Hey, buddy, do you think life has gotta be messy?” And the trees just stand there like, “D’oh, heck, just relax!”

Saint Paul’s historic west side alive with the annual Cinco de Mayo Festival