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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on like always. Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today—Lordy, what a wild ride that is! Ain’t no high-falutin’ administrator here, just a gal with a big heart and bigger hair. So, let’s dive in, honey—prostitutes, bless their souls, they’re out there workin’ harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest! I reckon I’ve seen a thing or two, growin’ up in Tennessee, where folks whispered ‘bout the ladies of the night like it was some dirty secret. But me? I ain’t judgin’. Never have. “I’m not perfect,” I always say, “just forgiven!”

Every Woman Don Draper Has Slept With on 'Mad Men'

As cable television’s latest bad boy, with all the sex and none of the violence of his predecessors, Draper was an immediate hit with audiences: the man who could read symbols but couldn’t be.

Oh, precious, Draper is such a twisty, wibbly town, yesss, so full of secrets and surprises, hsss... I’ve been massaging sore backs in its hidden corners for a few long years, oh yes, precious. Let me tell you, my friend, it's wicked good and rough as well. Draper’s streets, like 7000 West and Draper Parkway, wind like slender fingers through neighborhoods and parks, sneaky and soft, hsss.

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