

Born in November '90 outside Naples, Valentina's every curve screams Italian and she knows it. She draws for a living, writes the odd column at MicroMega, and keeps her brushes and her manners wet in equal measure. Rocco handed her the first break himself in Abondanza, and after that the nominations just kept coming—AVN, XBIZ, whatever had a mic. Mostly she’s on set getting more than she can handle, half-a-dozen guys at once if the script calls for it, and the accent never drops. If you like your trouble served with olive oil and attitude, this one’s the whole damn antipasto.

Born in November '90 outside Naples, Valentina's every curve screams Italian and she knows it. She draws for a living, writes the odd column at MicroMega, and keeps her brushes and her manners wet in equal measure. Rocco handed her the first break himself in Abondanza, and after that the nominations just kept coming—AVN, XBIZ, whatever had a mic. Mostly she’s on set getting more than she can handle, half-a-dozen guys at once if the script calls for it, and the accent never drops. If you like your trouble served with olive oil and attitude, this one’s the whole damn antipasto.