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The Big Picture - Chapter 1

One of my primary goals at the Mansion was to have incredible, mind blowing experiences and relationships that would translate into fascinating stories I could tell for the rest of my life. It was my warped version of Social Security. I envisioned myself becoming the wise old broad that everyone would want to hang out with. It was my retirement plan to ensure that I wouldn’t be both old and lonely. Old was something I had little control over, but lonely was another matter altogether.

"Playboy Mansion Memoirs"

Growing Up With Bodacious Tatas - Chapter 2 

As a 14 year old  high school sophomore , I was 5’3”, 110 pounds, and more than filling out my 36DD bra.  Thank God I stopped there or things that we tend to take for granted, like standing upright and being ambulatory, could have become real challenges. 

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The Adventure Begins - Chapter 3

Steve had a very unique way of picking up babes.  He drove with a megaphone in his white Rolls Royce, and he'd cruise up and down the streets of Beverly Hills on a hottie patrol.  When he spotted a pretty girl, he cranked up the bullhorn and would say something like, “Hey, beautiful, want to go to a party at the Playboy Mansion?”  If the girl looked up, he’d pull over to the curb, roll down his window and flash his best smile, followed by his signature giggle.  Believe it or not, he rounded up those sweet young things like a cowboy ropin’ calves at the rodeo.  What technique.  What chutzpah!

"Playboy Mansion Memoirs"

Playboy Mansion Memoirs
© 2014 by SUZEN FISKIN

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