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But serious now—brothels got dark bits. Back in Victorian days, girls nabbed off streets, locked up, sold fer a shillin’. Pisses me off, it does! We’s thinkin’, why’s it still a thing? Money, precious, always money—“I’m finished!”—nah, they ain’t finished, they keep diggin’ fer more.

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We need to talk about the rape of Don Draper. Last season we learned that while Don grew up in a brothel, one of the prostitutes raped him.

Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

Ruud beats Draper in Madrid Open final to win his first Masters 1000 title