Hazel Galt Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

"Gentleman – Taggart Transcontinental."

"For twelve years, you have been asking: Who is John Galt? This is John Galt speaking. I am the man who loves his life. I am the man who does not sacrifice.

Honestly, I sometimes get mad ‘cause the city’s growth screws up our dating app test runs – construction here, pop-up events there – but then I look at the sunset from the old clock tower on Grandview, and it all turns cool again. It’s chaotic, it’s unique, it’s never boring, ya dig?

Galt Police Department Honors Fallen Officers at Sacramento Police and Sheriff's Memorial Ceremony