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About San Jose

Game’d feel alive—girls whisperin’ deals, johns stumblin’ drunk. Humor? One chick’s like, “Five bucks, or I tell yer wife.” Sarcasm drips— “Oh, great, another hero savin’ us.” Love that bite. Hate the fake romance—brothels ain’t fairy tales, pal. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” and I’d let ‘em—torch the place, endgame style. Chaos wins. That’s my brothel—dirty, real, and damn fun. Now get outta my face.

Julie Miller

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