Vice consultant Biking Liberia - Assignment 5

Back in West Point, we take our cameras on a busy brothel, reminds us of a biblical-era rendition of Hell. The walls are splattered and stained by some vicious cocktail of human liquid. A stinking air by blowing. Bloody rags and condoms were strewn across the floor. The half-dozen girls on call accusing some members of the UN blatant sexual misconduct. When chaos erupts in the brothel, we hit the road. In the car, sending General Rambo tells us a text we hurry back to our hotelGeneral Butt Naked where expected.

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