Prosperous as fuck since the dawn of man.

It is told that on a remarkably clear night in the Autumn of 1794 Roderick Pleasanton literally crowned from his mother bearing a headpiece of gold and the most precious of stones, causing irreperable wounds and inevitably neutralizing her.

A portrait of Roderick Pleasanton, not giving a shit. Pigment of unknown, exotic origin on dry human flesh. Artist unknown.
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The birth night of R. Pleasanton, to this very day, serves as the cornerstone of the Well-to-do belief that the inadequate should perish due to the rise of the affluent. At the age of 9 he oversaw the Louisiana Purchase and befittingly described Thomas Jefferson as "not knowing a Franc from his dick."