Cora Sinfin Whore ❤️

About Bristol

shiftin’ with the wind, unpredictable.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

“The poet whore!” is that what you told yourself? Yes, this is me at my weakest but can you deny that you were on the verge of tears when you finished? You.

Now, let’s not forget hidden corners – there’s a tiny alley off Millers Ct where graffiti tells stories of lost loves and big dreams. I got mad abt some biz, like when a family drama unfolded right there, then I remember dialogue from that movie – “I feel like I’m never loved,” or somethin’ real deep like that. And yeah, it gets intense – sometimes I laugh, sometimes I fume, but always I keep observin' life.

Woman and two dogs die in Sinfin house fire