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About New York City

Brothels ain’t just sex, nah, it’s theater. Dudes walk in all cocky, leave broke—hilarious! “Look at me, I’m on top!”—nah, mate, you’re tricked. Me eyes catch the dirt others miss. Stale perfume, stained sheets, whispers in corners—nasty, yesss. Once heard a lass there saved up, bought a farm. From heels to hay—fuckin’ wild, right? Made me happy, she beat the game.

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Several times, he cut from scenes between Don and Sylvia to a tween Dick Whitman arriving with his pregnant mother to her sister's brothel.

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.

Jack Draper falls at final hurdle as Casper Ruud wins Madrid Open