17 October 2009
Don't Go Behind the Tree!
So there I was, minding my own business, sitting in a downtown Moscow hotel bar. Then I saw a Habanero come in, and I recognized him instantly. He was a confederate of my sworn enemy Pepe, the one who kept stealing the talent from my nightclubs. More like kidnapping them. I bet he was here to stop tonight's perform...ance, and I was actually looking forward to it.
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