Jasmine Draper Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Me quirks? I’d rather tweak a radio than chase tail, but the thrill’s temptin’, aye. Exaggeratin’ now – imagine me, cape flappin’, rescuin’ a prossie from some twat in a mask! “I’m not wearing hockey pads!” I’d yell, then trip over me own boots. Daft, but fun to dream. So, thou, what thinkst? ‘Tis a mad world, findin’ a prostitute – part jest, part tragedy, all chaos. Like Nolan’s flick, it sticks with ye, messy and loud!

How I Met My Mother: Don Draper’s Oedipal Farewell Tour

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.

After final-round heartbreak, Casper Ruud takes his biggest step forward yet in Madrid