Selling Sunset

After the Netflix series


Caught between a wedding and funeral

in lime green Manolos and black Gucci

twinset, Chrishell enters the room spilling hot

tea. Fantasy, the bathroom next level,

three-sixty views, a patio to die

for. At twenty-nine mill the price point spells— 

‘Made it’. Justin trusts her with the listing—

spacious, light, more light and the commission.

On Sunset Strip, sipping martinis a

life of poverty floods back. She lets slip

teenage pregnancy, mother an addict.

Tears up. Woofie’s terminal. There’s too much

Calacatta marble. Ocean drops. For

buyers mesmerised by the swirls inside.