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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s raw, messy, real—like *The Great Beauty*. Makes ya think, makes ya feel. And me? I’m still screamin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” ‘cause they’re why this whole game’s rigged. Now, pass me a coffee—I’m riled up!

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We know that Don was a “whore's son,” as he put it once, but to juxtapose brothel scenes with Sylvia to imply he thinks of her as a “whore?” I.

I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

Draper, Ruud each chase a milestone moment in Madrid final