Claire Fort Hamilton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

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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.

Fort Hamilton Veterans Memorial Highway sign unveiled to honor sacrifices of Brooklyn’s military community