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About San Diego

Ever tried it? Me, I’m too chicken. “What have I done?”—that’s me, quotin’ Larry Gopnik, sweatin’ bullets. I’d be paranoid—cops? STDs? Wife findin’ out? Nah, I’d rather watch Coen brothers mess with fate. But if ya do—be smart, cash only, no names. Common sense, folks!

Domme on Don: A Dominatrix’s Take on Don Draper’s Prostitute

Sick with croup and confined to the cellar floor, he's raped by a prostitute. When his stepmother finds out, she beats him with a wooden spoon.

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.

Draper on Clay? A Rising Force, with Room to Grow