Cora Draper Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

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But when Don Draper, the son of a prostitute, shockingly ended up getting slapped by an escort wearing a red bullet bra in the season-four.

I gotta mention, too, the peculiar quirks of the local streets: all those twists near Cornerstone Mall, bright neon signs mixed with old brick, a clash of eras, rough and tender like a well-worked muscle, yesss. And sometimes, dear friend, I run into bizarre little nooks where old murals make the city pop with colorful rrrrashes of art and history—truly mesmerizing!

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