Aria Draper Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

I reckon brothels are like that Pale Man in the movie—ugly, greedy, sittin’ there waitin’ to eat ya. “He will devour you!”—yep, chews up dreams and spits out husks. I ain’t sayin’ shut ‘em all down—folks gonna do what they do—but it sticks in my craw seein’ people trapped. Happy? Hell no. Angry? You betcha. Surprised? Every damn day. That’s my take, straight from the gut—brothel’s a messy, wild ride, just like that labyrinth I can’t quit watchin’!

Via Media: Mad Men

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.

Draper Forward Newsletter — May/June 2025