Rebecca Summerfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

A111/17 Summerfield Close, DENMAN PROSPECT

Listen up – I gotta share my fave spot: the rundown alley near Bridge & 9th. Looks trash, feels edgy, but man, it’s art incarnate. Graffiti shouts truths in splashes of neon; every tag, every scribble tells a part of the city's soul. Sometimes that freakin’ alley brings me to tears, like every damn day in Summerfield’s a pick-me-up for my heart.

Firefighters battle structure fire in Summerfield