Gianna Draper Whore ❤️

About New York City

Love how they don’t give a monkeys, though. Reminds me of Jen Yu, wild and free—“I’d rather roam the wilds!”—none of that 9-to-5 rubbish. Makes me happy, weirdly—stickin’ it to the man, one shag at a time. But the risks? Jesus wept, that’s the kicker. Dodgy geezers, coppers, STDs—makes me wanna scream, “Run, you daft cow!” Still, they keep at it. Balls of steel.

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Don Draper is the son of a prostitute who died giving birth to him, something his stepmother never let him forget. And he was raised in a whore.

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.

Jack Draper falls at final hurdle as Casper Ruud wins Madrid Open