Samantha Draper Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Sarcasm, hah—whore’s life easy, they say? Bullshit, pure bullshit, harder than stone! Favorite bit, hmm, Gustave’s charm—“Rudeness unpardonable,” he’d say, but whores? Rude they ain’t, just real. Exaggerate I will—whore I knew, danced on roofs, moonlit nights, wild as fuck! Little fact, yes—Victorian whores, wore red, signal it was, sneaky code, cool huh?

Let's psychoanalyze Don Draper on the couch of his own office.

It will show that what drives much that goes on will be Satan, whose work and will is perpetuated by the whore Babylon and her beast. What she.

The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

Recap as Jack Draper loses to Casper Ruud in Madrid Open final