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About Dallas

I saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig like she owned the night. Made me mad as hell – why’s she gotta do this? But then, bam, respect hit me. She’s hustlin harder than a droid on Tatooine. Little known fact, mate – some prossies back in Victorian days used to stash cash in their boots, sneak it past pimps. Bet she’s got tricks like that, crafty lil minx.

What Don Draper’s New Fetish Says About Ours

Don Draper, the “son of a whore,” is regularly sleeping with a prostitute — and asking her to slap him, too.

I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

Ursa Major looks to fly Draper engine, takes aim at rocket engine markets