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Hugh Hefner must have had a good chuckle over our post on the porta-nymphs at the Hugo Boss / Interview party the other day. “Ha,” we can practically hear him snort, “fucking amateurs.” They should have known better than to try and bite his style.
At the Playboy founder’s own pre-ESPY Awards party with Blu-Ray the other night in Beverly Hills, he not only had the nymphs—he had them make out.
Once upon a time, in a more graceful age, a gentleman wouldn’t dream of leaving the house without certain items, including a hat of course but also of equal importance, a walking stick. This had nothing to do with infirmity, though it wasn’t always purely ornamental either. There was a thriving trade in walking sticks of every description, some ingeniously made to conceal all manner of items a gentleman might find useful on his travels.
