Harper Brea Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Alice the whore

For real, living here feels like being part of an epic documentary. Each neighborhood, each park, has its own tale, its own rhythm. Times I get all nostalgic thinking about some random alleyway near Central Brea, i get all mushy. Like Attenborough narrating the secret lives of ants, i see love blossoming in every cranny. Every moment’s real, raw, and here’s the kicker—they remind me of life’s fragility and joy, as our fave movie reminds us in its subtle, profound way.

West Hollywood's future tallest tower inches forward at 1000 La Brea Ave.