Wanna go for a drive?
Back with my belated recap of 666 Park Avenue. In the words of Scarlett O’Hara ‘God as mah witness, I will try to be better about my re-capping!’ Or something like that. Lets have some demi-sec sparkling riesling and embrace the dark side, shall we? Continue reading
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Just a little dinner with The Devil! Num-num! Can I have some of that Burgundy?
Drunk Mommy with this weeks installation of 666 Park Avenue, the demonic real estate porn. We begin with a tender, romantic moment between the Artist Formerly Known as John Locke and…his building. Awww. If I owned that building, I would have Patsy Cline in my heart at all times, too. Of course, I would hopefully not be The Devil, but that’s just me. Continue reading
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Pzzzzt! Lights Out Blondie!
What do adult New Yorkers love – dare I say it? – more than alcohol? Real estate porn. Especially aspirational real estate porn which, according to the address listed in the title, is what this show is about. But this is less Million Dollar Listing: New York and more Rosemary’s Baby. Continue reading
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