Part Three: THE AMERICANS
“Haven’t you ever worked?”, Prince Dado Ruspoli was once asked.
“No,” he responded, “I’ve never had time.”
The 12 Original Playboys gallivanted within the eye of a perfect pleasure storm. They wanted for nothing because they could have seemingly anything – or anyone – thanks to a never-ending stream of old, old money.
But a lot of guys have a lot of dough. It seemed these twelve had something more. Like an ability to speak a dozen languages fluently. The bravado to race Ferraris with every intention of one day wrapping one around an apple tree. And the possession of manhood that led to twelve-inch pepper grinders being named for them in Parisian restaurants.