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Harold's Chicken Shack #1

04/28/2026 14:58h
i was born by a lake, chicken shack, & a church — Common, “The Morning” 1st defense against food deserts. when the whitefolk wouldn't sling us burgers you gave no fuck. stuck your golden-ringed hand into the flour & fixed the bird. you 1st example of black flight. original innovation of deep fry. you beef tallow, city slick & down home migration taste. of course your sauce sweet & burn at the same time. of course you call it mild so whitefolk won't know to fear until it's too late. you no corporate structure, just black business model. they earn the recipe & go make it their own. every cut of crow you throw in the grease is dark meat. the whole shack: shaking, drenched in mild sauce, sweet spirit, baptized.