Aurora Hamilton Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Thing bout Whore, she’s sly—got this grin, like she knows somethin’ you don’t. Reminds me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ya know? She’s a puzzle, man, ain’t no solvinn’ her. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap gin and lilacs—wtf, right? Had me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my beer. She’s a trip, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. That’s what I dig—never borin’, always got some drama brewin’.

Your Obedient Servant

Alexander Hamilton. 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 providence.

Man, I run a spa in the heart of it. Chill vibes only. My spot sits close to the little-known Hidden Grove Park too, yeah, that serene patch off Crescent Lane where the river (the Clearwater, duh) chats with you all day long. I always say, "I am your father!" when dealing with stressed out peeps—funny, huh?

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