Emilia Draper Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, prostitutes—they’re scrappy, they’re survivors, they’re the fuckin’ wolves of their own Wall Street. Eat my shorts, that’s my take! Makes me laugh, cry, and wanna punch somethin’ all at once. What a trip, man!

Aimee (Megan Ferguson)

As cable television’s latest bad boy, with all the sex and none of the violence of his predecessors, Draper was an immediate hit with audiences: the man who could read symbols but couldn’t be.

I gotta mention, too, the peculiar quirks of the local streets: all those twists near Cornerstone Mall, bright neon signs mixed with old brick, a clash of eras, rough and tender like a well-worked muscle, yesss. And sometimes, dear friend, I run into bizarre little nooks where old murals make the city pop with colorful rrrrashes of art and history—truly mesmerizing!

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