She is forced to give up 300 count sheets, her maid, her "cottage" in West Palm Beach, and now she has to (gasp!) take the subway in New York (1st time in 30 years!). Gee, I really feel sorry for her.
Actually, I do. She lost everything, even though her description of the loss makes her look like a luxury-loving, blue-blood, aristocrat who would have been happy hanging out with Marie Antoinette. She's probably not going to get much sympathy...
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