Another dream of mine dies: here I thought Hugh Hefner ad found the Fountain of youth: young women. Nevertheless, all of us must surrender to dustt at some time, even if Hugh Hefner has several lifetimes supply of Viagra.
[This is when I started to get really bummed out. Nothing upsets me more than seeing something that was once glorious fall into decay. I nearly cried once while looking at one of those Us Weekly "Worst Celebrity Plastic Surgery" lists.
Wandering through the house gave me a feeling not too dissimilar to when a relative dies and you have to go to their place and figure out what to do with their things. Except for, in this case, that dead relative was the magazine industry. Or something. I don't really know what I'm talking about. But the mansion was really, really sad. And it smelled like old man.]
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