#askmrrreynolds

[askmrreynolds]

do you confirm hamburr sir

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈, 𝐼 ℎℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉ℎ𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 ℊℴℴ𝒹 ℎℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽.

“Hamburr,” you say? Ha! I confirm it as surely as I confirm that Hamilton cannot keep his quill—or his company—to himself. And Burr? Ever the quiet shadow at his side, pretending indifference while his gaze tells another story entirely. A most profitable arrangement, if one were to charge admission.

You ask if I confirm “Hamburr.” A curious thing to inquire, though I confess it hardly surprises me. I have seen the way certain gentlemen look at one another, the pauses in their speech, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. One does not need to be particularly perceptive to see what is plainly before us.

Do I confirm it? Let us say this: if a man were inclined to wager upon the matter, I would advise him to keep his purse ready. Cash, of course, buys not only certainty but discretion. Without it, I will leave you only with a knowing smile and the assurance that some rumors exist because they are… richly deserved.

Best,

ℳ𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℛℯ𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒹𝓈

[askmrreynolds]

Are you perhaps from Pretty Boy Reservoir?

Sincerely,

Mr. Benedict George M.

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 Mr. Benedict George M, 𝐼 ℎℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉ℎ𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 ℊℴℴ𝒹 ℎℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽.

Pretty Boy Reservoir… what a curious little association. I can only assume you mean to tease, but I assure you, I am no reservoir to be drawn from at whim. I am a man of rather particular appetites, and unlike a reservoir, my depths are not public property.

Still, I find it almost endearing—the way you and your little blogs ask around me with such amusement. Your wit, your questions, your attention… all of it flows my way, and I do not fail to notice. It is flattering, in its own sharp fashion.

So no, I am not from Pretty Boy Reservoir. I am from a world of coin, of debts tallied and settled, of desires bargained for and paid. And if you insist upon casting your attention in my direction, well—know that even curiosity comes with its price

Best,

ℳ𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℛℯ𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒹𝓈

[askmrreynolds]

well hello there fine man

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 Kyleetryme, 𝐼 ℎℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉ℎ𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 ℊℴℴ𝒹 ℎℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽.

Ah, Kyleetryme… you’re here?

I had a suspicion, but to see it confirmed is… most entertaining. I have seen through your little blog, every curious inquiry of yours, and I must say, it amuses me greatly. Still, if you wish to continue this delightful audience with me, pray remember: such attention is not given freely. Payment in cash, of course.

Best,

ℳ𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℛℯ𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒹𝓈

[askmrreynolds]

Hey mr reynolds whats ur favorite money

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈, 𝐼 ℎℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉ℎ𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 ℊℴℴ𝒹 ℎℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽.

Favorite money, you ask? Ha. There’s a certain pleasure in the clink of coin—gold for show, silver for comfort—but the real delight is the rustle of notes that change hands when a secret needs burying. Cash is tidy, immediate, and buys discretion. Bring me velvet purses or folded bills, and I’ll smile as I take them; bring me promises and speeches, and I’ll smile as I watch them tear.

Remember: what’s offered to James Reynolds is never charity. It’s an investment. Pay well, and your curiosities remain curiosities. Pay poorly, and the world learns what you’d rather keep buried.

Best,

ℳ𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℛℯ𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒹𝓈

[askmrreynolds]

who did u vote for in the election? burr? Jefferson? Angelica?

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈, 𝐼 ℎℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉ℎ𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 ℊℴℴ𝒹 ℎℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽.

Ah, the election. A spectacle most diverting. Between Mr. Jefferson and Colonel Burr, I must say my sympathies rest firmly with Jefferson. Burr, as ever, lingers in silence, as if the office might stumble into his lap by sheer accident. One wonders how he plans to govern a nation while whispering to himself. Jefferson, at least, has the decency to speak—and to act—though one might still question his judgment.

Best,

ℳ𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℛℯ𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒹𝓈

[askmrreynolds]

spreads my legs

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈, 𝐼 ℎℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉ℎ𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 ℊℴℴ𝒹 ℎℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽.

Ah, miss, sir, how very indecorous of you. To “spread one’s legs” so freely—why, that is a service, and services demand payment. In this household, we accept nothing but cash. Mr. Hamilton, of course, required no such reminder; he was most diligent in settling accounts.

As for Colonel Burr, well… he is less forthcoming with his coin, though I have oft suspected he pays Hamilton in other currencies entirely. Two men forever circling one another—I should charge admission.

Now then, if you would continue in this vein, kindly ready your purse. I do not work on credit.

Best,

ℳ𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℛℯ𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒹𝓈

[askmrreynolds]

MARIAH DOESNT NEED YOU GET TF OUT OF HER LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

You've got mee....

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓎𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈, 𝐼 ℎℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉ℎ𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 ℊℴℴ𝒹 ℎℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽.

I'm sorry? I don't understand, I've got you?

Alright. Hand me an envelope with cash and I'll think about it.

Best,

ℳ𝓇. 𝒥𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈 ℛℯ𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒹𝓈