Pulled up

Pulled up to the scene and it's 65 Bentley,

Dripped in Brioni, China doll with me,

Looking like a supermodel, oh, what a feeling, 25 years old, 25 million.

Today's the audition for the Godfather part.

My life's already a movie, so when do I start?

I walk up in Patsy's East 119th Street.

Fat Tony Salerno gets a kiss on the cheek.

I know my way around, not my first time here.

Been doing overnight, Ciginette loans for 10 years.

I say hello to Danny Pagano and tough Tony.

Nikki Domino gives me a gnawed.

They all know me.

They ask why I'm near so early.

I say the part. They say what part? I say the movie. Why not? I don't look like Carlo. They all begin laughing. 3 p.m. ready for the lights. My name is Gianni Russo, a.k.a. Carlo, the infamous son-in-law from the godfather. I'm now known as the Hollywood Godfather, and this is my story.

Before all of the wins in my portfolio, I was a little boy diagnosed with polio.

Welcome, everybody.

It's time for another Hollywood Godfather podcast with my co-writer, friend, and now my adopted

brother, Pat Piccarelli.

I always wanted to be adopted.

Anyway, how are you doing, Johnny?

Everything cool?

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