We hate stereotypes, we really do. But when 15-year-old Frankie Gotti Agnello, the grandson of mob kingpin John Gotti, opens a fucking tanning salon on Jericho Turnpike in Long Island, calls it Gotti Tans, and arrives for the opening in a white Hummer limousine? Well, then we know it's okay to suggest that should Frankie's tanning salon fall through, the young Gotti already has alternate business plans in place for a jewelry store, a construction company, and a greaseball factory.

[Ed: Bonus point to the News for the headline. Dawn Eden, is that you?]

It's a Tan You Can't Refuse [NYDN]

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