Totally opposite end of the spectrum. When you are born rich enough to do whatever the hell you want without worrying about the time clock on Monday morning, you are a French Baron like Guy. You hire Woody Sexton for the month to guide you bone fishing. Seems extreme, but, he likely never needed a guide to do that the rest of his life.
Il mange’ bien, il boit bien, il baise’ bien.
Best,
Ted
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There are pots of gold, and then there are manure spreader tanks full of gold.
