Hazel Altamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

Accounts of the concert

On December 6th, , The Rolling Stones hosted what proved to be one of the most tragic concerts ever at the Altamont Raceway Park, effectively silencing the rising counterculture.

I get super emotional here with my wise mind; heartfelt talks burst out on Maple Ave over cheap coffee. Made me mad once, crazy clients yelling "Stupid, fat hobbit!" in my head – err, no, not really, but my inner Gollum grumbles. I scribble notes everywhere, dear friend, because every brick tells a story.

Altamont Fairgrounds Transforms into Holiday Lightshow