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When I first moved to LA, I met a girl at the bar whose family OWNS a major US bank. First I went to their Beverly Hills mansion for a party. Which was insane.
Then I went away for the weekend with her to the family's "Beach house" in Malibu.
The beach house was a $40 million compound. It was in ****ing sane. Acres of land. I went for a run in the back yard. I got back in and asked "where's lily?"
"Oh, she's in the other wing."
That's when I went outside and realized that this massive mansion I'd been in was actually 1/2 of the whole house. Disturbing wealth.
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