I’m awestruck as soon as I hop out of the Escalade. Mint, lavender, and flamingo pink lights cover the Playboy Mansion in a psychedelic tapestry. It looks like a French dauphin’s chateau devoted to shooting soft-core porn. The bunny logo is projected above the doorway. Ivy and vine smother the dignified gray stone walls. Twinkling dream light snakes through the trees. In the center of the driveway, a nude cherub perches atop a burbling fountain, complete with a wishing well to amplify the hopes of all who enter.
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