Confessions of a Bunny

Prologue

Nicolas Cartier! Yes, that's me and who would you be? Malachi Joseph from the New York Times. Ah yes, you're here to interview me about the club. More than just the club you're a well know businessman with ventures in real estate, finance, and recently you've become a philanthropist. Everyone in America wants to know how you do it all? How I do it I said motioning for him to take a seat. Yeah, you're a hard one to catch up with these days. Hmm not hard just busy! This club won't run itself and I have to make sure I keep a close eye on the ones I love the most. I am surprised you agreed to do this interview with us, I mean it's not often the infamous founder of The Bunny Ranch accepts an interview. Infamous, no I am nowhere near infamous. Just a regular guy with a dream. So, it was your dream to start this place? It was my dream make myself rich and enjoy the finer things in life. To not have to beg, borrow, or steal just to be able to eat. When I was younger, I dreamed of shit like this and now, I don't worry about where my next meal is coming from or if I'll have a place to sleep that night. Well, this is definitely the finer things in life. It is but it could be better. Better how? Bigger, Better, worldwide. You wanna take this worldwide huh! No better way to do it. Ok so tell me how did you come up with the idea to start the Bunny Ranch? I remember it like it was yesterday.

September 24th, 1990

"Nicoli really, I think this is a terrible idea and no one in their right mind is going to drive to the dessert to see ass and titties. On the contrary little brother, I think everyone will drive to the dessert to see just that. And what will make your club any different than all of the other clubs in Vegas? My club will offer anonymity, the finest girls in Vegas, and most importantly an experience that they will remember the rest of their lives. Hmph well he said looking around the house if you're going to do that you need to get this here house together, because it don't look high class at all. I got it all under control, I have a contractor coming out and I am already looking at getting some girls to come out here. Wait you're going to get girls from the other Vegas clubs. Ugh yeah where else would I get them? I don't think that's wise bro you know most of the clubs here are tied into the Mafia, you take the wrong girl and we'll be getting parts of your body mailed to us. I don't think it'll be that bad. Trust me Nicoli you don't want to do that, if you can't get the hottest girls in Las Vegas bring them to Vegas! Yeah, you travel all the time why not find them from all the different places and bring them here. You got a point, but if I bring them here where do they live? He looked at the building for a few moments, build a unit or something for them to stay. You say want this to be ultimate experience the girls could be here 24/7/365. Mmm, I nodded thinking about it. An oasis in the middle of the dessert I like it. Once you get it open I wanna be the first patron. Of course, you'll always be welcomed here."

I've never been one to back down from a challenge, hell my entire life was a challenge. Growing up a mixed kid from Queens in the late 50s wasn't a walk in the park either. We were still in the throes of segregation and while we didn't have to deal with the shit, they did down in the Jim Crow south we still dealt with our fair share of bull shit, especially when they found we were black. Who is we? That would be me, my older brother Giovanni and younger brother Leonardo, and my three sisters Angela, Beatrice, and Francesca. I was third born, and second oldest boy in the family, which basically meant I was middle child and if you asked my siblings I lived up to the title as well. I never got the same love attention from my parents as my siblings did and I suffered through a lot of things because I'd that as well. To the outside world we looked white, as any other person that lived in our neighborhood, but when you stepped in our home there was an obvious difference in our culture backgrounds. Our mother was of mulatto decent, she looked white, but was really on a quarter white due to her mother marrying a black man. My father Enzo Cartier full blooded Italian from the Calabria region of Italy. His roots trace back to ancient beginnings of Italy. He never really told us how he made it to the US only that he did, and he met my mother soon after. They fell in love got married and moved up North where they could raise their kids to be oblivious to the outside world the way they thought about race and love.