Bernardo Provenzano was the boss of all bosses of the Sicilian Mafia. He had been a fugitive since 1963, longer than anyone else anywhere in the world. Then, last April, on a small farm near Corleone, his years on the run came to an end.
There is a place where all the breasts are large. Large, young, tanned, and naked. A place where everyone fucks and fucks and fucks and never dies. Where the men are rich and carefree and the women are beautiful and pliant and young.
A fearless (fence-hopping) journey into the (unbelievably white) world of America’s oldest (i.e., snootiest), WASPiest (gin and tonic, anyone?), most exclusive (read: you’ll never get in!) country clubs.