Sienna Bells Corners Whore ❤️

About Toronto

Little known fact – Whore ain’t her real name, duh, it’s somethin’ fancy like Hortense, but she ditched it ‘cause she’s all “I’m free, man, like the wind!” Total nutcase, but kinda cool. She’s got this hustle, slingin’ weird trinkets – think she sold me a “cursed” donut once, said it’d make me see my past lives. Tasted like stale regret, but I ate it anyway – D’oh! Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ by that freaky lake, ponderin’ shit – “The sky is vast, man!” Whore’d say that too, laughin’ her ass off.

Fall. Surrender. Restore. Rise. Repeat.

A story of two boys discovering themselves. Working through life. Broken inside. Refusing to accept who they are. But when it gets down to it, trust and logic.

Yeah, my friend, Bells-Corners (ca) is absurdly brilliant. Grab your cap, come chill, and wander. And remember, as Inherent Vice whispered, “This whole town is a bad trip... but it's our bad trip.” Enjoy, comrade!

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