Ella Draper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya hear? Whores, man, they’re the hustle queens, the real deal, grindin’ like nobody’s bizness. Watched *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—fuckin’ masterpiece, right?—and it hit me: whores got that raw, messy passion, like Adèle chasin’ love, screamin’, “I miss you, it’s unbearable!” Same vibe, bro—whores live that edge, that hunger.

Correspondent

Don Draper is the son of a prostitute who died giving birth to him, something his stepmother never let him forget. And he was raised in a whore.

Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

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