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Personal quirk? I’d tell her, “Invest, ya ghoul!”—crypto, stocks, somethin’! Imagine pimpin’ out Bitcoin—hilarious! But nah, she’s too busy dodgin’ cops or creeps. Once knew a gal—true story—saved up, bought a laundromat! Laundered cash, legit-like—genius! Surprised me, ‘cause most don’t think past the next trick. “Don’t trust anyone!”—that’s her motto, tattoed in her brain, not her skin.

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Don Draper is the son of a prostitute who died giving birth to him, something his stepmother never let him forget. And he was raised in a whore.

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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