So guys, seems like my massive ego's finally outgrown its welcome in the opulent hacienda i extorted from my friends the colombian druglords, so after blasting out of the second floor harem bedrooms on my Harley, babe on each arm, while dodging molotovs in slowmotion and surviving machinegun fire with the help of my bulletproof beard, i've decided to lay low for awhile at a small apartment in the Badass capital of the world, Bucharest, Romania. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, i had to either burn all the money i extracted from the cartel's high security vaults to fuel my hot air balloon while crossing the atlantic ocean, or throw i...