Even though I can probably only afford to buy socks from there, I’d really like to go to the Ralph Lauren Rhinelander mansion, and just sit around reading books and feeling really classy. There’s just something really awesome about sitting in leather chairs below a bunch of pictures of regal looking men whose names you don’t know.
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