Porn Valley- Tuesday morning, I went over to Rob Spallone’s [pictured] new office which is now located in the Red Light District building. I’m meeting Craig Valentine to discuss the falling out with his ex, Summer Haze. Some story.

I also ask Craig what’s the deal with Autumn Skye’s post about him being the alleged father of her unborn child. Craig has to laugh saying that Skye already has a husband and two kids and that he’d be more than willing to take a DNA test since he learned way back with his first wife that he can’t have kids.

Rob Spallone shows up, listening to Craig’s sad story about Summer Haze being on drugs and Valentine’s being an enabler who needed his own therapy because of it. Spallone asks Valentine why he would want to put his “lunatic life” out there.

Spallone, besides lending his philosophy on this issue, states that the DVD business is done and finished.

“Show me a company that’s saying they’re making money and I’ll show you one that’s full of shit,” declares Spallone. “I’ve shot the best, the weirdest and the shittiest movies, but nobody’s paying. It’s over. They can’t do it any more.” Hence this is why Spallone’s now become a collection agency, though I don’t see the traditional baseball bat calling card.

[I was almost tempted to ask Spallone if collections also extend to Internet deadbeats who give you promissory notes then renege.]

I hear another story, that Rude TV is occupying KSEX’s recently vacated space on Owensmouth. Rude TV is supposed to launch this month. I know Wankus is involved with the new enterprise. Spallone says KSEX used to be a place to go and hang out, but they, like everyone else in the business, weren’t making any money.

“It’s over, it’s done,” Spallone keeps repeating about the adult business as we know it.

Spallone recalls the old days.

“It was fun, easy. I worked four days a month and made $25,000.” Noting that it’s now all about the Internet, Spallone, to his credit, was ahead of his time.

“As dumb as I was,” he laughs. Though he shot 97 movies in 120 days for the ‘Net back in the day, Spallone thinks he saw maybe ten cents out of it.

“People like Paul Fishbein were telling me I’d make $40,000 a week,” he says. Spallone, who also runs Star World Modeling, recalled how he got into the agency business to begin with.

“I did it to bust Reb’s [Sawitz] balls,” he recalls. “When I did it, Reb calls me. He tells me you don’t know the motorcycle guys I know. I told him you know where my building is? Go suck my cock! I hung up on him.”

Spallone’s new digs are way more compact then the one’s he had on Canoga which he vacated to save on the overhead. I ask him how he fits in the same room, now, as Harry Weiss.

“I don’t come in,” answers Spallone, sharply.

With all his talk about things being over, I also ask Spallone what about his agency.

“You want it? I’ll give it to ya,” he tells me. “What do I need it for?”