Antioquia Province. Medellin. Inside Pablo's Villa.
A table faced the vast swimming pool outside, the expensive trees planted on both sides in sight, constantly patrolled by armed personnel with hunting dogs.
Pablo Escobar!
This most dangerous drug trafficker in Colombia, no, the whole world, bald-headed, devouring pasta, with sauce smeared all over his mouth, the scar on his forehead resembling an angry... centipede, struggling and twisting.
On the ground, a man and a woman knelt, both naked. The man, quite handsome, was trembling with fear, his voice quivering as he cried, "Boss, boss, it was this bitch who seduced me, boss, boss!"
The woman widened her eyes at his words, rudely rebutting, "Bullshit, it was you, it was you who asked me if I wanted to try something thicker than your boss's XX!!"
"Ah!! When you were doing me, you even asked if Pablo was big!"
