Avery Corbie Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

Early life

I gotta tell ya – living here shaped me real good. I see broken families mending their worlds, all while the winds through Rue de la République hum tunes of forgiveness and hope. I wouldn’t trade this odd mix of quiet resilience and loud, unexpected surprises for all the money in the world.

Woman in court after man severely burnt by fire at Howlong property