Angelina Brea Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Alice the whore

I have been watching this show La Brea and glad people are on the same page as I am on how big of a slut Eve is for cheating on her husband.

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.

AI And Artistic Practice: Sam Pluta, Brea Souders, And Eryk Salvaggio