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I used to stay at the Waldorf whenever I went to New York City.

In its prime.

I loved the place. The rooms, the ambience, the restaurants downstairs.

The desk staff knew me. Caché.

And it was paid by my client who was also rich. And even for the ones who were not, I stayed there anywhere. My philosophy was that if you couldn't afford to put me up well then you couldn't afford me.

My fees were already the highest traffic would bear and a bit more so the expenses should be also.

I remember the coffee shop very well. Oscars. A former head chef's name. Great food. Nice people. I couldn't afford the dining rooms. Nor would/could my clients.

US to shun Chinese-owned Waldorf-Astoria Hotel

Imagine. The Waldorf.

The walls wired for sound. I doubt this but you never know. Besides, I am with the Obamas. Fuck the Chinese wherever possible. Even if it is PR.

Of course, you have to know what they own and these days that can be quietly sheltered. Nothing quiet about this. The Waldorf.

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