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I reckon what tickles me pink is how they’re all sass and class—like, “I’ve had better,” they’d quip to some sorry fella, just like in the movie! Me? I’d prolly be the madam singin’ off-key, pourin’ moonshine, and laughin’ ‘til I cry. Can’t help it, y’all—I’m a sucker for a good time! Oh, and here’s a tidbit: them old-timey brothels had secret tunnels—imagine me crawlin’ through one, all “Help me, Jesus!” Too plump for that now, ha!

The Franklin Avenue blog finds a famous TV location, meant to be in Pennsylvania, right here in LA.

He grows up in a brothel, but eventually runs away to become a soldier, entering the Korean War. It’s there that he meets Lieutenant Don Draper, a friend who he accidently kills one day during .

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.

Anniston Mayor Jack Draper announces resignation effective May 2