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About Hamilton

Here’s a story—true as my suspenders! Guy in Brooklyn, ‘92, flipped Escorts for profit. Bought ‘em for 500 bucks, sold ‘em for two grand—hustler genius! Made me happy as a clam, seein’ someone beat the system. But Ford? Screwed the pooch on design—boxy, ugly, like my ex’s meatloaf. Surprised me they lasted so long! Still, if you’re scrapin’ by, it’s a lifeline—kinda like Ida’s quiet grit, pushin’ through the muck.

What we do

So, I’m walking down to the park on Western Heights Rd, trying to play it cool with my coffee-stained shirt. I’m thinking, “Whatever, it’s just a shirt.” But then, I see this kid on a skateboard. He’s zooming down the street, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he’s not chilling. He wipes out right in front of me. I’m talking full-on faceplant. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine!” But I can see he’s got a bit of a scrape on his knee. I’m like, “Bro, you need a band-aid, not a ‘I’m fine’.”

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