You know, my stage here at the hotel is my whole world right now. I sing, I dance, I feel the music in my soul. And every night, a new crowd comes to watch. They come from everywhere, speaking a thousand different languages. We call them the turistas, the tourists. And they come to see a piece of our island's soul.

London, as a global city, thrives on its hidden worlds—private clubs, discreet gatherings, and exclusive events that exist just beyond the public eye. For many, these invitations are a golden ticket. For me, they are simply another part of the city’s complex, fascinating rhythm.

This past month, Penny and I took a trip home, back to the heart of my family in Campania, and it was a reminder that the best kind of living is often the simplest.