Samantha Garfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

The wandring whore, numbers 1-5, 1660-1661

I been livin here a while and each corner got its own personality… like the old community center on Brook st. where locals spill stories over cups of coffee. It’s pure magic sometimes, like listenin to an old radio playin tunes about revolution and hope.

James A. Garfield National Historic Site Cultural Landscape