Lucy Draper Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m watching her, right? Thinking, “You’re not fooling me, sweetheart.” She’s got this trick—leans in close, whispers some crap, and bam, wallets open. Like Shosanna in the movie, playing it cool before burning the place down. Whores are artists, man, underrated as hell. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some whores ran whole towns—sheriffs, mayors, all on payroll. Power, not just sex. Surprised me when I read that—thought they just, y’know, banged for bucks.

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

Don Draper & his Madonna Whore Complex · It's a Friday in the middle of August. · Every inch of it is art❗️ · AMERICAN DREAM TURNED NIGHTMARE: Dow.

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.

Ruud outlasts Draper, claims maiden Masters 1000 title in Madrid