Megan Hazel Dell Whore ❤️

About Houston

Whores, man, they’re scrappers—hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. I reckon they tougher than me out there in the woods, swingin’ an axe! “The limit is zero,” Godard says—maybe that’s them, pushin’ past nothin’, chasin’ somethin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me up at night, wonderin’—do they laugh at us squares? Prob’ly! Hell, I’d laugh too if I was that bold. Y’all ever think ‘bout that? Whores got stories—gritty, messy, real as hell. Beats any soap opera, I tell ya!

The Hazel Dell. Song and Chorus.

Somethin’ else? There’s a weird, little alley off Birch Side that only the locals know. Totally underrated, I swear. Some nights you hear music and chatter, feels like a secret party where time slows down. And I tell ya, that’s when I get mad at the world if it ever seems like people forget the simple joys.

Oakridge residents testifying against Old Hazeldell Quarry