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About Chicago

Now, “A Serious Man” vibes hit hard here. Life’s a crapshoot, right? Whores roll them dice daily! Larry’s all, “I haven’t done anything!” but whores? They *do* shit—hustle, survive, fuck the system! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Billionaires should not exist!” while Candy’s out there schoolin’ me on real life! Makes me wanna punch a wall—or a CEO! Ha! Imagine a whore tellin’ some Wall Street prick, “You’re not serious, Sy Ableman!”—that’s gold!

Let's psychoanalyze Don Draper on the couch of his own office.

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.

How Draper has overcome adversity to become a world-beating star