Turns out the guy I flew next to when coming into the city was a millionaire and he asked me to come over. This place is fucking beautiful. I’ll try to upload a pic soon.
really in the mood for receiving $50,000,000
can I just fast-forward to the park where I own a successful crisis-management PR firm and live in a restored firehouse (we keep the slidey pole) complete with exposed brick, rustic-industrial furnishings, and a goldendoodle named Watson? And when we aren’t hosting dinner parties on the weekends we will hike or go to gallery openings and we will grow vegetables and it’ll be great.