My Trip Inside the Lion’s Den: An Afternoon at Mar-a-Lago with the Trump Family
<p>When we joined the short queue of cars at the beach club’s entrance, I noticed two heavily armed guards wearing armored vests and holding the type of guns they don’t sell at Walmart. I looked at my host from the passenger seat and said, “Whoa, that’s pretty intense.” He laughed and said, “Yeah, don’t worry, but I’m pretty sure I know what that means!”</p>
<p>I squinted my eyes and wrinkled my brow, as if to say, <em>Go on…</em></p>
<p>My host, Gus (let’s just call him Gus), looked at the guards, then back at me, and said, “It means the former President is here. It means he’s on the grounds.”</p>
<p>After a long, hollow second, I asked him, “Where the fuck are we, man?”</p>
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<p>He laughed, revealing, “<em>My beach club</em> — Welcome to Mar-a-Lago!” As the queue lurched again, he put the car in drive, and we approached the two guards with massive guns.</p>
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