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Amazing. The guy sounds like a neo hippy from Berkeley (natch) and the house looks like a factory for Lladro figurines. More here. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
When we were in Paris in April (and I love any story where I'm able to casually mention I was in Paris recently. Ooh la la.) anyway, w...
Gosh but this made me laugh. The house and your comments. Especially the Lladro bit.
ReplyDelete"Carmela Soprano" hehehehe!
ReplyDeleteMiss J thinks he let someone talk him into buying as an investment. And that he lives at a week by week fleabag hotel in downtown LA.
"Less is more" perhaps? But I think that bedroom calls out for a group punch fuck. Just saying.
ReplyDeleteVery funny! What a diarrhoea colored decor. Quite dire. Money can't buy taste etc etc
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