


You want to see the photos I sent to Rocco Siffredi asking to make a movie with him as a wedding present for my husband? I wrote him a letter and sent these 11x14 photos to the address on his box covers. Finally after 3 months or so I answer my phone and hear, in that gorgeous Italian accent, “Savanna? Come stai? It’s Rocco.” I said, “shut up no it’s not”, I thought my boyfriend was fucking with me. He said, “No, no it’s me, Rocco Siffredi, you wrote to me in red ink!” And the phone went dead. I was in the midtown tunnel on my way to the airport. Once poor side in Miami hours later, he finally called me back and next thing I knew I was on my way to Paris and my life as I knew it was about to change forever.