Ruby Draper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, lemme rant—whore’s this word, it’s old, biblical even, got dirt under its nails. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone—women mostly—who didn’t play by the rules. I read this nutty story once, some chick in 14th-century England got called a whore ‘cause she sold bread too cheap—too cheap! Can you believe that? Pissed me off, man, the nerve of those guys, judgin’ her for discount loaves. I’m like, “What, she’s supposed to starve instead?” It’s absurd, it’s unfair, it’s—well, it’s pretty, pretty medieval.

Julie Miller

Don Draper is the son of a prostitute who died giving birth to him, something his stepmother never let him forget. And he was raised in a whore.

Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

Jack Draper closes out Lorenzo Musetti in another dazzling display to reach Madrid final