Cora Draper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Her craft’s a mirror, methinks—shows us lust, power, shame. “What newes from this new world?”—like the film asks—whore’s the answer, raw and real. She’s no saint, nah, but who is? I reckon she’s a hustler, flipping society’s rules like a dodgy coin. Ever hear ‘bout the WWII gals? Spies in brothels, feeding secrets to the Allies! Ballsy as hell—makes me wanna cheer, tho I’d never say it loud.

Dispatches from the Edge

Don Draper’s childhood whorehouse, located at the corner of Douglas and Carroll (that’s the Google Maps photo above), was built in ; is six bedrooms/one bath; 3, square .

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.

Notice of Public Hearing: Draper City Tentative Budget for Fiscal Year 2025/2026