I’M DEEP NOW. THIS IS DEEP. BUT I’M GOING DEEPER…
I’M GOING DEEP, DEEP, DEEP UNDERCOVER.
I finally got the call. A friend of mine, who runs several legitimate businesses, but tends to spend his off time in the shadows had told me about a private, big baller home game held weekly in the penthouse suite of a Los Angeles area, deluxe, high-rise apartment.
It was a rainy day in Sydney, Australia when I was walking down a sidewalk with my Finnish friend Isabella, when I saw a nice enough looking woman handing out some kind of paper to passersby.