Maeve Breckenridge Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, wheat, man, it’s chill. Been around forever, like, 10,000 years or somethin’ wild. Farmers in old times were probs like, “Yo, this grass is dope!” And bam, bread happened! Lil’ fun fact – they found wheat in some pyramid once, still good to grow! How nuts is that? Makes me happy, like when SpongeBob giggles!

Skinny Winter Gifts

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

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.

Richard Aaron Breckenridge