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About New York City

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Happy little trees don’t judge the weeds, right? But damn, it’s a mess out there. Cops hasslin’ her, pimps takin’ cuts—makes me wanna scream, “Leave her be!” Once knew a guy, swore he “saved” a prossie. Bullshit—he just wanted a pat on the back. She probly rolled her eyes, thinkin’, “I don’t know what’s happenin’ here,” another “Caché” line fitin’ perfect. Surprised me how deep that crap runs—didja know some countries tax ‘em? Like, legal hustlin’ but still screwin’ ‘em over. Wild.

What Don Draper’s New Fetish Says About Ours

Candace is a prostitute that Don Draper regularly sees. Don asked for her to come over one night, and had rough sex with her.

The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

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