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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ Caden walkin’ into a brothel, directin’ the girls like a play—hilarious! “More emotion, dammit!” he’d yell. I’d be there, hypin’ em up—YOU GOT THIS, QUEENS! Truth is, brothels freak me out a bit—cash for flesh? Cold, man. But I respect the hustle—survival’s survival. Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? Guy who owns it, Dennis Hof, died IN the brothel—partyin’ at 72! Livin’ large, dyin’ larger—talk about goin’ out with a bang!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Fasano, not a monsoon! I duck into a little shop on Via Garibaldi, and it’s like a treasure trove of local crafts. I’m checkin’ out some pottery when I bump into this girl. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole city. We start talkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it! My lucky day!”

Walter Fasano