Addison Draper Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothels, eh? Dirty, loud, stinky places—yet bloody fascinating! Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I saw *The Gleaners and I*—you know, my fave flick by that mad genius Agnès Varda. “They glean what others leave behind,” she says, and ain’t that the truth for brothels too? Folks sneak in, grab what they can—pleasure, shame, whatever’s left on the table.

The oldest profession turns kosher

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.

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