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Oh, and Easter egg: “pianist” sounds like “penis” if ya squint—giggle snort. Bet Polanski didn’t plan that! Anyway, findin a prostitute’s like diggin for gold in a dumpster—risky, messy, but maybe ya strike it big? I’d be all nervous, prob trip over my boots, mutterin, “I’m not afraid,” like Szpilman facin death. Total drama queen moment, ha! What y’all think—should I write a song bout it? “Hooker on the Keys,” droppin next album, wink!

"Red light" districts in Ho Chi Minh City

Not only does the gun look to be makeshift, and built inside the Metro, but it also fires a rather strange projectile. Its not lightning exactly, it seems to be more along the lines of a Physic.

I’m thinking, “Great, just great. I’m gonna be late for my meeting at Plaza Indonesia.” I start sweating bullets. My mind’s racing. What if they think I’m slacking? Ugh! So, I’m standing there, and this dude next to me starts chatting. I’m like, “Dude, can’t you see I’m in crisis mode?” But he’s all about the weather. I mean, who cares? It’s Jakarta! It’s hot, it’s humid, and it’s always a mess.

Medellín’s ‘Metro de la 80’ makes progress