Mila Draper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hey, so I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish freak, me. But let’s talk *whore* – whoops, meant “wahoo”, that slick ocean beast! Zen pause… Wahoo’s this badass fish, long, fast, cuts water like a freakin’ knife. Kinda reminds me of Amélie, y’know? That movie – *Amélie*, 2001, Jean-Pierre Jeunet – my fave. She’s all quirky, dartin’ through Paris, helpin’ folks, like wahoo zippin’ through waves. “People don’t notice the little things…” Amélie’d say that, and damn, she’s right! Wahoo’s got these subtle stripes, silver flash – most idiots miss it.

Blowing Off His Secretary

Don Draper’s childhood whorehouse, located at the corner of Douglas and Carroll (that’s the Google Maps photo above), was built in ; is six bedrooms/one bath; 3, square .

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.

Madrid Open: Britain's Jack Draper loses final to Casper Ruud