Zoe Altamont Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this, yeah – Whore’s out there, dodgy street corner, all mysterious like. Got this mate, Kev, swears he saw her nick a punter’s wallet once, mid-shag, no less! Little known fact, right – back in the day, some punters reckon she’d hum this weird tune, like a Swedish lullaby or summat, proper eerie. Made me laugh, that – Whore, the singing slapper! Reckon she’s got synergy, yeah, multi-tasking her arse off.

Ever feel like you're running in circles?

Finally got the Altamont grips in today. Took a few weeks, same with the ivory ones for my , but these needed a bit of fitment. There was.

Check out our secret gem: the Little Book Nook on Seventh. It’s tiny and packed with scribbled notes. I found comfort there, as I scribbled my thoughts – family splits here, sweet reunions there. Odd, right? Errr, what a diaspora, stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, experience tells me: families break then rebuild, like shattered mirrors rejoined clumsily.

Will the former Peter Young Center become a boutique inn?