We are in the belly of the beast. In goes the giant spa. Up goes the elevator for the owner's motorcycle.
Life here is grand.
You can almost hear this monster house belch. Above ground, though, things look dicey for out-sized homes like this. It was that the roads were taking a beating, affordable housing for construction workers was in desperately short supply, and the monster homes, said the commission, weren't carrying their weight. Where your neighbors include Jack Nicholson. Where second-homers dress head to toe in exorbitantly priced dead animals.