"Ergo, my foot!" Penelope exclaimed as she craned her neck back to look up at the second floor balcony, the bright lighting illuminating every nook and cranny as far as her eye could see. "This is a freaking mansion, you crazy fool!" Twirling on one foot, she demanded, "'Fess up, Rossi! You're really the East Coast's answer to Hugh Hefner and you've been running the Playboy Mansion out of her, haven't you?"
Rossi is now Hugh Hefner. It all makes sense.-Nessa
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