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About Hamilton

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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We don't have a huge amount of gang activity or violent crime, but we are hotbed of drugs, prostitution, and general greasiness. An old wall in.

I gotta say, I’m mad about noise sometimes. Traffic on Sunset? So annoying, ugh. But man, relax spots bloom everywhere. I thrive off these chaos moments. Knowing nature calms the storm…

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