Zara Fort Hamilton Whore ❤️

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Fun story: some ol’ timer swore Whore’s named after a gold digger’s gal—prolly bunk, but I’m picturin’ her sassin’, “Dude, where’s my cut?” Cracks me up! Ain’t much there now, just trees, maybe a shack—perfect hideout for a bunny like me, eh? I’m dreamin’, “Righteous bucks, man!”—cargo gig pays, but Whore’s got no traffic, no hassle—pure gold!

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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.

So, Fort-Hamilton is a mixed bag – gritty yet charming. Main street, Broadway, bustlin’ with neons and old brick walls. I stroll down Henry St, near the waterfront, and OMG, the river glimmers like liquid silver in dusk. You get it? A Prophet style vibe all around, like we’re livin’ on the fringe.

There’s No Neighborhood in Brooklyn Called “Fort Hamilton”