He’s totally rad. Posing with his bodacious half-naked warrior babe and boss fire-breathing dragon Vallejo, this ripped studmuffin shops to the max at Chess King. Occasionally he’ll scope out Merry Go Round while listening to Ratt’s Dancing Undercover cassette on his Walkman, but fer sherr, that's only when he’s desperate for a gnarly studded leather belt to go with black nylon parachute pants. Did I mention the Paco Camino Man has bitchin’ fireproof hair? Well, he does. And it’s awesome.