Elizabeth Breckenridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

Laura Breckenridge

I love walkin’ along High Street, too. That street always makes me think of Brook... Brooklyn, Clarice! Remember "Brooklyn" (John Crowley, 2015)? “I was born by the river,” they say—and here, the Blue River chuckles quietly by, while the city hums a secret melody. Must be that peaceful brutality, ya know? There’s a park around Evans Park that’s a must-hit. It’s a hidden oasis where I get charged up, where I sometimes muse on human desires and the intensity of our cravings—like in our intimate whispered encounters.

UPDATE: Officers apprehend masked suspect who fled from Breckenridge to Frisco, release additional details