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Inside Bill Clinton's presidential library playboy pad

William J. Clinton Presidential Library (Photo: Clinton Foundation)

WASHINGTON – As the nation’s media react in feigned horror over Donald Trump’s foul-mouthed smut talk of 11 years ago, the only president in American history accused of rape, sexual assault and sexual harassment lives at least one week per month, away from Hillary, in what has been described as a 5,000-square-foot “love nest,” where he flirts with interns, solicits massages and muses about naked pool parties on the roof of the five-story presidential library in Little Rock.

The private residence of the William J. Clinton Presidential Library and Museum is dominated by the residence, which is strictly off limits to the public.

The apartment atop the 153,779-square-foot library is for the exclusive use of the Clinton family and looks out over the Arkansas River and the capital city of Little Rock.

The “executive suite,” as it is called in city records, was completed at the same time as the $165 million library in November 2004.

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In his new book, “Guilty As Sin,” journalist Edward Klein devoted a chapter to Clinton’s private penthouse.

He reports the ex-president continues his cozy relationships with interns, soliciting foot, shoulder and back massages from female staffers and muses about naked pool parties on the roof.

“We were on the terrace of his apartment,” recalled a 20-something intern at the presidential library who was massaging Bill’s feet. “We had a meal served from (Café) 42 (the restaurant in the library] – vegan stuff like kale salad.”

The intern told Klein: “He often invites girls like me who work at the library to his apartment for a glass of red wine and a massage. He likes his neck and shoulders massaged because he gets knots in his muscles. But what he really likes is to have his feet massaged. He just kicks off his loafers and socks and puts his feet on the coffee table. That really makes him happy. Bill is always flirting with the women at the library. He knows everybody by their first name and is incredibly kind and generous. When he talks to you, it’s like you are the only person in the world. I always called him Mr. President, naturally, but one day he looked at me with this horny look and said, ‘Call me Bill.’ I sort of knew then that I was in. I know what people would say if they knew I gave him a foot massage. But, hey, if it makes him happy, I’m happy to do it. The idea of touching the president of the United States that way is incredibly exciting to me.”

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In the midst of the massage, the phone rang. Clinton listened for a moment, then put down the receiver.

“Damn!” he said, according to the intern’s recollection.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Hillary just told a bunch of Iowa Democrats she’s on Snapchat,” Clinton said.

“So what?” the young intern said. “I’m on Snapchat. Everybody’s on Snapchat.”

“Yeah, but she said she loves Snapchat because all her emails disappear by themselves,” Clinton said.

“I still don’t understand,” the intern said.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” Clinton said.

While the intern went back to massaging his feet, Clinton made another call. He informed the person on the other end of the line that Hillary had cracked a joke about her disappearing emails at the Wing Ding dinner in Clear Lake, Iowa.

The intern, whose name was withheld to protect her anonymity, told Klein: “He often invites girls like me who work at the library to his apartment for a glass of red wine and a massage.”

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Interns talk – and they reveal Clinton, too, has a dirty mouth, in addition to dirty deeds like those attested to by Juanita Broaddrick, who accused him of a brutal rape 38 years ago when he was Arkansas attorney general.

The intern remembered Clinton saying: “She’s f—ing over the FBI. How stupid is that! You and I need to talk. I’ll send a plane to get you.”

One of Bill Clinton’s advisers told Klein, off the record, that, despite all the touching claims at the Democratic National Convention, Bill and Hillary have grown further apart during her presidential campaign.

“She didn’t listen to much of what he said anymore,” he said. “When he went on about policy and politics, she rolled her eyes and started checking messages on her BlackBerry. She resented the fact that Bill was treated like a rock star and that she had to work hard to create the illusion of enthusiasm. All Bill had to do is walk into a room. He gave off an electrical charge. Men lit up in his presence. Women swooned. Hillary had to scream to get attention. I think that if Hillary was more appreciative of Bill’s efforts and less resentful, he would’ve worked harder for her. It was exhausting to work for someone who didn’t appreciate you. I was with him at the apartment in Little Rock after a long telephone conversation with Hillary in which he held the phone away from his ear because she was shouting that he was interfering with her campaign. Finally, he cut her short and said he would call back later. He didn’t exactly hang up on her, but it was very close. Afterward, he slumped down in a chair and shook his head. He looked old and defeated. Then he got up, went out to his rooftop putting green, and started chipping shots into the Arkansas River. When he was done, he looked like his old self again.”

He can forget all about the tension with Hillary by amusing himself with the young women.

“He said, ‘She (meaning Hillary) can do whatever the f— she wants,’ and he started talking about his plans for building a swimming pool on the roof of the library,” the adviser is quoted as saying in “Guilty as Sin.” “He wants to have naked pool parties the way JFK had pool parties when he was in the White House. He had an architect give him a feasibility report on building a pool, and it turned out that it would have been very expensive to build and disruptive to the functioning of the library. Anyway, the National Archives, which administers presidential libraries, probably would have vetoed the idea. So he dropped the plan. But for a while, he thought about getting an above-ground pool for the girls to splash around in. Bill has a bunch of women he regularly invites to his apartment. Most of them are young and good looking. He loves being surrounded by pretty girls. The place is completely secure, so he knows there’s no chance any photographers can get in. I was there at one of his parties on a hot, steamy day. He served champagne and cold beer and handed out roses, which he grows on the terrace and which are named after his mother, Virginia Kelley. At one point, he got out a hose and sprayed some of the girls. ‘Keep that up,’ I told him, ‘and you’re going to have the first wet T-shirt contest ever held at a presidential library.'”

Some things never change. And some things just don’t seem to matter – if you’re Bill and Hillary Clinton.

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