Camila Breckenridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

Alexandra Breckenridge

Sometimes, I wander to the outskirts, to where the wild terrain hugs you hard—around Quandary Peak, for instance. The rough air, the imposing views… it’s like nature herself seduces you. I’ve had nights where I’d just sit and scribble down my wildest ruminations on passion. Man, i luv breathin’ that high-altitude air… it’s like a pep talk from an old lover whispering, “here, life is a feast, Clarice…”

"Sickout" protest at Breckenridge Ski Resort staged over Colorado employee housing living conditions