"Yes, it is. My friend had a Molotov cocktail thrown at his house 10 days ago. These people are terrorists."
I unbutton my pants and dropped off, I stepped out of them. He took many pictures of me in my boxers. He said he needed to change batteries in the camera and I should sit down on the massage table, while he went for new batteries.
As I turned my back, he left the room. As I sat there, I started to look for my phone, my clothes were gone. He came back in, with a new camera...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑