A series of vignettes dedicated to those dwellings decorated not with pastel paint and throw pillows, but with pure testosterone.
About this creation
"That tusker over the mantel would've chased me clear up Kilimanjaro had not a quickly-administered .458 solid cut short his carousing. And while we're on the subject of holes being poked in me, I doubt my own mother would've recognized my corpse had those natives in Nyasaland caught up with me after I pinched that trinket of theirs on the bookcase. Saved one of their spears as a souvenir! You'll see another fine memento leaning up against the fireplace. That shield belonged to Shaka Zulu himself - and I nearly felt the full force of it after he caught me in bed with three of his wives! Ah yes there are many fine treasures in this room...but the best of all you'll find over there in the, uh, 'medicine' cabinet. Pour me a drink and I'll tell you a tale that'll make Hemingway jealous - and be careful with the scotch, it's the last of Livingstone's private cache!"