Gianna Draper Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—man, what a mess! Slingin’ dirt, not crops, they are. Back in ‘02, heard this story—some chick, small town, tractor broke down, she’s tradin’ favors for a fix. True? Dunno, but wild, it was! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—people judgin’, tongues waggin’. “How could you know?” I yell in my head, like Cathy’s line, quiet but burnin’. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Don Draper's Pursuit of a Good Prostitute: A Promising Take on Season's End

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.

How Draper has overcome adversity to become a world-beating star