WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He’s a thrift store superhero. His conquests include scoring a sexual positions black light poster at a flea market in Santa Monica, a wire art painting of a unicorn riding a rainbow at a community garage sale in Monterey, and a black velvet painting of Elvis dead on a toilet at a gas station in San Juan Capistrano. Hot women are powerlessly attracted to this stud who really knows his crap, and this dirty blonde browser just can’t help overhearing his suggestion to use a native American pot for “dried cat tails, incense burning or even weed storage.” Maybe it was his authoritative tan adventure outfit or his sexy antique observations, but this Paco Camino Man is going home with a charmed brunette, a curio blonde and something to throw his spare change in.