Zoey Breckenridge Whore ❤️

About Houston

Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

Breckenridge Texan

I’ll never forget when I was strutting through the Warehouse District. Met a real risqué bohemian critter who swore that his lineage traced back to lovers of ancient myths. I'm his kinda people, always sharpening my wits on human appetites and secrets. Bold, raw, unfiltered. It’s all about that irresistible mix of history and pleasure in every cranny.

Well Traveled: Aspen, Steamboat, Breckenridge, and Vail