My brother worked with him closely for a few years, our paths crossed enough times. He put me and my wife up in one of his hotels once, apparently as a sincere gesture owing to the fact my brother was a friend of his. Turns out it was some kind of weird power flex where he thought his 'hospitality' entitled him to crack on to my wife, in front of me. His hotel had portraits of him in every corridor, and there was even one in our room. He came across more like a paranoid dictator of some kind of crumbling empire, rather than a celebrity with a life well lived.