Katherine Draper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, *Dogville*—Grace says, “I forgive you, you bastards!” I’m thinkin’, I ain’t forgivin’ this neglectful prick! Horses, they’re tough, but they feel pain deep, man. Brutus, he’s a fighter—kicks like a goddamn mule when I’m fixin’ him up. I’m laughin’, “You ornery motherfucker, I like you!” Gives me joy, seein’ that spirit. Reminds me of Grace takin’ all that shit and still standin’ tall.

Blowing Off His Secretary

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.

Second Serve: Jack Draper's clay progress after Madrid Open effort