BY THE SIMPLE FACT that I was living at the Playboy Mansion, I became freer. There is this mystique, this aura of sexuality. It’s like the house fondly remembers the’70s, when sex ruled, and it tries to seduce you back into the swing of things. Even if a person is not that sexually open-minded, at the Playboy Mansion he or she can pretend to be.By IZABELLA ST. JAMES16 min
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