Layla Draper Whore ❤️

About San Jose

But ugh, the creeps she deals with—makes me wanna puke! One time, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this sleazeball grabbin’ her arm, and I’m like, “Honey, kick him where the sun don’t shine!” She laughed, but her eyes? Empty. Like, “the world has stopped.” Oof, that hit me hard. Still, she’s got sass—called him a “two-pump chump” and strutted off. I was DYIN’! *NAAAHAHAHA* Love her for that!

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Don Draper’s childhood home on Mad Men, a Pennsylvania brothel, turns out to actually be a CGI-altered Victorian located in the Angelino Heights area of Los Angeles. Carroll .

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.

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