Isabella Draper Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But real talk—whores get a bad rap. I mean, sure, some folks get mad, all “oh, they’re sinnin’!” and I’m over here like, chill, Patrick, they’re just livin’! What ticks me off is the hypocrites—pointin’ fingers like they ain’t got secrets. Pfft, please. “You don’t remember me?”—that’s me yellin’ at ‘em through the screen. Gets me all riled up, bouncin’ off the walls!

Screen Rant

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.

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