Truly one of my favorite homes ever. My childhood pal Marianne had a skeleton key that fit the entrance to this house, which was inexplicably deserted in the mid-1970s, so we used to play house, steal flowers and dance around the massive ballroom.
And finally, one that I can afford—and probably even pay for in cash. Full equity, baby!
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