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About Chicago

So, how’s it work? Easy peasy, if ya brave. Cities got red-light spots—think Amsterdam, but seedier. Or online now, da, all sneaky-like—ads poppin’ up, “escorts,” wink-wink. Little fact fer ya: in Vegas, it’s illegal in city limits, but step outside, boom, brothels galore! Wild, eh? Surprised me first time I heard—thought America was all prude.

A Mad Man, Indeed: Don Draper on the Couch

Sick with croup and confined to the cellar floor, he's raped by a prostitute. When his stepmother finds out, she beats him with a wooden spoon.

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.

Jack Draper closes out Lorenzo Musetti in another dazzling display to reach Madrid final