Nora Breckenridge Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, I knew this one gal, right? Total mystery, swear she was bangin half the raiders in town, but nobody caught her name. Little known fact, brother – back in the old days, whores ran the show in some outlaw camps, tradin secrets and shankin fools who crossed em. Sneaky as hell! Made me happy seein em outsmart those greasy punks, but pissed me off when they’d rob ya blind while smilin. Sly devils, man!

Skinny Winter Gifts

breckenridge jackal's backliner calling neil a whore (tfc, chapt. 11).

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…”

Richard Aaron Breckenridge