FROM PUBLIC HOUSING
TO RITZ CARLTON BANGKOK

I grew up in public housing in Italy. Single mother household. Three big dogs pissing everywhere. Cracks on the wall. The apartment always smelled. I was so ashamed of where I lived that I used to bring girls to the park and fuck them behind the bushes hoping nobody would see us. My friends would ask me why my mom never cleaned the house. I had nothing to say. I was always trying to make money — always. But I was broke. Living in the streets all day with people who'd betray you for five euros. If you grew up in a place like this, you know what I mean. You're basically disabled before you even start. My mother was mentally unstable. She'd bring home these random men — always broke, always old. They'd stay for two or three weeks and disappear. One guy even tried to beat her up. I won't be the person I am today without that trauma. For a man, trauma builds you. It either breaks you or makes you. For me, it made me.

When I was 17 I was working as a bartender in a night club in Italy. In Italy, a "night club" is actually a brothel in disguise. People go there to fuck. The place was run by two Italian mafia guys. One of them was the same age as my father. I was fascinated by this lifestyle. He always kept like €3,000 cash in his pocket. New BMW. Plenty of girls around. My dad was just working all day, one girlfriend, life going nowhere. This guy had lived. He was a hitman in Sicily, then on the run for 8 years, arrested in Chile, extradited back to Italy, did time, then opened this club. One day he told me to smoke a cigarette with him outside. He knew I was doing some "sales" in the neighborhood. He told me: "Stop doing that. If you want to make money, you need to work with women." He meant selling pussy. He's in jail now for drugs — didn't follow his own advice. But that conversation stayed with me. Years later, when I heard about OnlyFans management for the first time, I remembered what he said.

I came back to Italy from Denmark, where I'd been living for a year working a 9-to-5. I saved up $20k and spent half of it on some music business "university" in Milan. Milan is expensive. I couldn't afford a real apartment so I rented a moving company stockroom and lived inside it. That was my house. Three months in, I realized it was bullshit. People in the music business don't make money unless they're big artists or own recording labels. So I left Milan, went back to my hometown, stayed with my dad. I felt like a failure. I needed money but I refused to get another 9-to-5. So I took my car and drove to Albania with the last $1,000 in my bank account. I promised myself I'd find an idea for an online business, fast. During the trip I listened to Andrew Tate's courses back to back. When he mentioned OnlyFans management, I instantly knew this business model could work. As soon as I arrived in Albania, I started consuming every piece of free OFM content I could find. Going to the gym every day, listening to Shane Francis and Dean Indigo videos, absorbing everything. After one week of full OFM immersion, I knew the basics. Time to get my first model.

I started outreaching on Instagram. Got this 40-year-old Italian woman who was doing findom and moneyslave. She was very annoying, but I had no model, so I was trying my best to show her results. Eventually I got tired of her attitude and downloaded Tinder Gold. With Tinder Passport, I put my position to Africa and signed a girl from Kenya. We started working on TikTok. I was also doing Snapchat — finding simps on subreddits, doing mass quick adds. Got my first $400 day. I couldn't sleep that night. $400 in a day. I used to make that in a MONTH when I was 18 working as a factory worker. I made $2,000 my first month. Felt incredible. Then I tried to pay out. This girl couldn't get verified on Skrill, couldn't use Paxum. In Kenya they don't even have street numbers. All my effort, gone. But I took this as a training camp. Gave her the profile back, went back to Italy, and started working as an affiliate for another agency — basically repurposing their TikToks for $2/hr. Slave work. I did it for a month while reading every single message in every OFM group I could find. Broke but dedicated. Then one day I read: "We're looking for Italians." That message changed my life.

I texted the guy and he wanted me to promote his model in Italy. Completely blank OnlyFans account. I handle everything — marketing, chatting — and earn 35%. We started on TikTok. After one week, a video went semi-viral. First subscribers rolling in. Then out of nowhere: "Bro, let's start Instagram Reels." This was two years ago. Instagram Reels had just been released. Nobody was using them for OFM yet. And I was doing the Italian market — which meant I was one of the first people ever to use Instagram Reels for Italian OFM client acquisition. My videos went viral fast. 40 paid subs per day. My father kept telling me to get a 9-to-5. I didn't argue with him. As soon as I had $500 saved, I took a small suitcase and booked a flight to Thailand. First month with this model: $5,000. Then the IG got banned. I was working all night because it was the best shift for the Italian time zone. Waking up at 5pm, going to the gym, then to a 24/7 Starbucks, chatting and posting until morning. Every single day for a month. Second month: $7,000. Time to find my first chatter.

I found an Italian guy living in Thailand on Upwork. Trained him for a week. Put him on the account. He was making $500–600 per shift. Things were going well. The guys assigned me a second model. We hit $29,000 across both models. Then they told me I was supposed to pay the chatter from my 35% cut. That wasn't the deal. I was doing everything — working 16-hour days — for what, 20%? But I had no other option, so I paid him and kept going. Then the main chatter stole the biggest IG account. I fired him. Subs dropped back to 10–15 per day. The guys said they were "not happy" with my promotion. They cut me off and replaced me with the same guy who stole the account. He'd be the new account manager. I worked countless sleepless nights, built these two OF accounts from zero to $29k/month, and got replaced by the guy who scammed me. All while earning 20%. Later I found out these guys were running the whole operation without the models even knowing — making $20k/month doing nothing, while I did everything. It was a big fucking scam. But I got back on my feet immediately.

Back to zero. I called my friend in Bangkok and proposed a deal — I'd promote one of his models. Thai girl, ugly as hell. Still: $10,000 net first month. The chatter who used to work for me was still on my payroll. I instructed him to play both sides — keep working for the scammers without them knowing. We started routing traffic from their OF accounts to mine for months. I made at least $15,000 profit out of those fuckers. Then there was the guy who stole my main IG account. He moved to Thailand — big mistake. He had the audacity to message me asking for advice. I started helping him. We texted for days. Then I invited him to an "OFM meetup" in Bangkok — private chef, fake villa booking, dress code: casual. Very realistic setup. I sent him the location. We met. Talked OFM for a while. He noticed my Muay Thai shorts: "Bro, I thought the dress code was casual!" We arrive at the "villa." There's no villa. Just warehouses on a desert road. I asked him why he stole my account. He said: "Did you bring me here to beat me up?" I said "No, why would I do that?" — then slapped him so hard he hit the ground. One soccer kick to the head. A few hammer fists. He got up, ran away screaming "Aiutooo qualcuno mi aiuti!" — "Help me, somebody help me" — in Italian. In Thailand. He ran into a warehouse. I ordered a Grab bike and went home. I was very satisfied.

My income was stable but nothing crazy. Then my business partner signs a new model — I won't disclose the specific niche because I still want to travel to Dubai. But you might have an idea. It was the first model EVER with this niche on the Italian market. We started Instagram. Third day — one viral video. Boom. Subscribers pouring in. First month: $34,000 with this model alone. I left my small studio and moved to the Ritz Carlton with a friend. First time in my life making stable, real profit. Second month: $38,000. Plus other models — total agency revenue: $59,000. I was at my peak. Never felt so good in my whole life. Three months passed. Then: bans on IG. The model stops making content. Revenue drops. I fire every Italian chatter — unprofessional, entitled, lazy. I train a team of Filipino chatters using AI translation. More models. Revenue down, but profit up. Then I switched to 100% AI chatting and never looked back. I make way more money now. Plus I have free time to do whatever I want. That was the goal all along.