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But here’s the kicker: some places, like Amsterdam, it’s all legal, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like livin’ dolls. Blew my mind first time I saw it—organized chaos, my kinda vibe. Then there’s the shady spots, alleys where you’re dodgin’ pimps and coppers. Once, this bloke tried rippin’ me off—me, Loki! Got so pissed I nearly turned his guts to snakes. “How do you live with yourself?” I hissed, straight outta the movie, and he bolted. Smug? You bet—I’m the trickster king.

What Don Draper’s New Fetish Says About Ours

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.

Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

Draper Forward Newsletter — May/June 2025