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Picture this: some bird in Soho, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, hustlin’ for a quid. She’s not just a tart—she’s a survivor, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, that’s her life. I’ve seen it, skulkin’ round alleys for intel. Once met this lass, Ruby, proper firecracker. Worked the streets since 16—sixteen, can ya believe it? Told me ‘bout this punter who paid her in counterfeit fivers. Laughed her arse off, said, “Bond, I framed ‘em!” Made me chuckle, that did. Resourceful minx.

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Originally posted to Spotify 12/23/22Today is part one of a new multi-part series about the women in Alexander Hamilton's life and challenging their depictio.

I decide to pop into a gallery on Hood Street. It’s small but packed with cool stuff. I’m checking out this wild installation. It’s like a giant spider made of recycled materials. I’m thinking, “This is Hamilton art at its finest!”

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