She said she had managed to push away her assailant, who disappeared into the house. Within minutes, two guards approached her. âThey said, âWeâre sorry, but Mr. Hefner is asking you to leave the property,ââ Ms. Magnuson recalled.
âBanned from the Playboy Mansion for refusing one of his gross friendâs sexual advances â total badge of honor,â Ms. Magnuson said. (She later added in a text message: âOne of the reason ingÃ©nues accepted invitations to the mansion was to have a nice meal. Sad but true. I was the proverbial starving actress back then.â)
The debauchery at the Playboy Mansion continued for another two and a half decades. In 2005, Mr. Hefnerâs reality show, âThe Girls Next Door,â became a tawdry hit and introduced a new generation to the property.
Like so many things in Hollywood, though, the reality had become quite different from the carefully crafted image. Rather than a rollicking pleasure palace, the mansion had become quite sad by 2009, when I spent time at the mansion for an article that would be headlined âThe Loin in Winter.â Mr. Hefnerâs struggling Playboy Enterprises was renting out the grounds nonstop for corporate events. He had lost most of his hearing but was still trying to pass off his silk-pajama shtick.
I remember being horrified by the aviary, which was stacked thick with white bird excrement. Daylight was not kind to the grotto; a wet, dirty pad resembling a small mattress appeared to be rotting in an alcove. The flamingos that once prowled the property were long gone (or hiding in shame) and the monkey cages, while…