Evelyn Draper Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright. Here’s. The deal. I’m. An insurance agent. And. Brothels? Man. They’re. A wild card. Risky. Business. Like. In “Pan’s Labyrinth”. Where. Every. Choice. Feels. Like. A gamble. You. Ever think. About. Insuring. A brothel? I have. And. It’s. A freakin’ mess. Premiums? Sky-high. Cuz. Of. The shady stuff. Fires. Fights. STDs. All. That jazz. I’d. Be. Like. The Pale Man. Watching. Those. Claims. Pile up. Hands. Rubbing. Together. Greedy. For. Cash. But. Nope. Too. Damn. Risky.

Adam Whitman

The house, which is where a young Don Draper, or, er, Dick Whitman, lived for a dramatic, unhappy time, is meant to be in Pennsylvania.

Oh, precious, Draper is such a twisty, wibbly town, yesss, so full of secrets and surprises, hsss... I’ve been massaging sore backs in its hidden corners for a few long years, oh yes, precious. Let me tell you, my friend, it's wicked good and rough as well. Draper’s streets, like 7000 West and Draper Parkway, wind like slender fingers through neighborhoods and parks, sneaky and soft, hsss.

Draper downs Musetti, reaches Madrid final