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are still things to attend to in Florida. Business and pleasure— although, in Epstein’s experience, the two have always fit together nicely.
He strolls through the gate, past the guard, up to the side door that leads to the kitchen. Inside, he ignores the maid doing dishes and climbs a wide, winding staircase to the second floor. He walks down a hallway, one that’s lined with photographs of naked women. Then, in his bedroom, he opens a closet. Inside, there are many more photographs. Erotic photos, tacked to the wall, of girls who have come to the house.
Familiar faces, familiar bodies. That's what makes the first-timers so special.
Epstein checks his watch before closing the door.
The Virgin Islands can wait.
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