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About Phoenix

The smell tho—ughh—sweat, booze, desperation. Been near one in Amsterdam, red lights flickerin’ like devil’s eyes. My precious hates it—makes me skin crawl. But funny bit? Some brothels got rules—strict ones! No kissin’, no hagglin’—like they’re posh or summat. Cracked me up, that did—fancy whores with manners!

A Curious Man: Don Draper and the Pathology of Beginnings

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 on Clay? A Rising Force, with Room to Grow