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Originally Posted by Paul Markham
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Bit short, mind if I rewrite it and make it longer?
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The year is 2013 and after expertly navigating himself and his followers through nearly a decade of adult industry turmoil, and backed by the deep pockets of the Romanian mafia, an ex-photographer out of Prague by the name of Saul Darkham has left all challengers in the dust to become the allmighty King of Porn. While doing a jigsaw puzzle at his mansion in Agoura Fucking Hills one evening, he receives a call from a colleague in Bucharest and is told to round up three tall blonde porn stars and to send them to North Korea ASAP because the Dear Leader is feeling frisky.
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With the reflex of a mongoose, the still lithe and ever diligent 63 year old Saul is almost immediately able to locate 5?10″ Angelina Armani and 5?10″ newly blonde again Tanya James. While trying to figure out who will be the lucky #3, he remembers that 5?10″ blonde British porn star and current Vivid Girl? Nikki Jayne happens to be in town for a shoot. He initially has a bit of difficulty in getting in touch with the decision makers at Vivid who can let Nikki off the set, so he has his wife Sativa fire up the Lada and drive him down Cahuenga Boulevard as he stands up through the sunroof with a bullhorn until he can make shit happen. We are kings or we are pawns and Saul Darkham is the motherfucking King of Porn.
With only a small amount of time for light packing, a limo proceeds to pick up Nikki, Arianna, and Tanya to take them to LAX so they can board their 12 hour flight to Shanghai. Despite them all still being in a bit of shock because of how quickly everything transpired, the girls are surprisingly upbeat given the uncertainty that lies ahead. After they each have a couple Bloody Marys and a Xanax, the girls get some good sleep on the plane before landing in Shanghai.
The Shanghai airport is full of seemingly happy people, many of whom are wearing Kobe Bryant jerseys. They grab a few Shogun Burgers before making their way to the Air Koryo terminal where they can?t help but notice how the mood around them has quickly changed. While the rest of the airport is bustling with energy, the Air Koryo terminal is full of people who are either hysterically weeping or sitting silently while waiting to board the next flight to Pyongyang. As the plane slowly pulls up to the gate, those who were previously stonefaced begin to cry. Either because they know their fate is now sealed or because they are nervous at seeing the blue letters of ?Pan Am? peeking out from under the chipped paint on the mass of rusted steel that is about to fly them to the always sunny DPRK. With all the aid money the Dear Leader has stolen from his people, and considering his world reknown appetite for Swedish hookers, you?d think the little guy could at least sprung for NetJets®.
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After boarding, the girls take their seats and are comforted by the friendly flight attendants. The take off is surprisingly smooth and they are very thankful for having had the Shogun Burgers because the in-flight meal doesn?t look very appetizing. About 15 minutes before the scheduled landing time, they look out the window and are able to see the world famous Ryugyong Hotel in all it?s glory. As was the case with takeoff, the landing was very smooth and the girls give props to the Air Koryo crew for making do with such shoddy equipment. Major props.
After being rushed through customs, the girls are greeted by a driver and a 1980s model light grey Cadillac limousine which many locals consider to be the smoothest ride in all of Pyongyang. Shortly after leaving the airport, they pull onto a long road which is kind of like the Champs-Élysées, only it leads to the Ryugyong Hotel instead of the Arc de Triomphe.
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They arrive at the hotel and are greeted by some of the Dear Leader?s helpers. The inside of the building is painfully gaudy like a Trump building on steroids. They are then led to a waiting room. Hanging on the wall are fake autographed photos featuring a photoshopped in Kim Jong Il with 80s action stars Stephen Segal, Jean-Claude Van Damme, and Dolph Lundgren. It?s just a really bizarre place.
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Finally, after nearly 24 hours of anxiety ridden travel, the General, clad in a maroon smoking jacket, ankle high black socks (w/sock garters), and open toed sandles, emerges through the French doors, pours himself some Johnny Walker Blue on the rocks with a splash of Perrier before, with a friendly voice in absolute perfect English, introducing himself to the girls by simply saying???Hi, I?m Kim.?
After a few minutes of typical small talk (Kim is a huge fan of Dancing with the Stars), the Supreme Commander snaps his fingers and says ?I think it?s about time for us to head up to the ?Rambo Room??. Well, OK. I guess the ?Rambo Room? it is the girls think as they get up to follow the funny little man. The hall is long and narrow and, as Kim explains, fitted with synthetic grass so as he can have a place to practice his world class short game whenever he decides that the skies of Pyongyang will see rain.
As they reach the end of the hall, a heavy iron door automatically swings open with a thud. Always the gentleman, the General lifts his hand as if to say ?Ladies First? while the girls pensively peak their heads through the door before entering a room filled with shrub decor so cheap it looked as if it was decorated by 5 year old going through a George Of The Jungle phase. After following the ladies into the baby jungle ?Rambo Room?, the commander and his henchmen walk to the corner of the room and proceed to have an apparently intense conversation in Korean while the girls wait nervously underneath the leaves of a cheap plastic palm tree. After what seems like 10 minutes, but is probably only 30 seconds or so, one of the henchmen walks towards the girls and discreetly explains to them that the Dear Leader occasionally has issues with his little ?Generalissimo? and would prefer to watch them in a cuckold type scene with the two white Rambos who are now just entering the room. The henchmen leave as Kim stands there in the corner wearing only a Rick Springfield shirt and striped boxers as he dims the lights, pours himself another Johnny Walker, watches the show, and lights a firecracker every now and then when he gets excited.
Photographer Richard Avery from Juliland did not receive an invite from the Dear Leader but was still able to magically create realistic looking stills at an abandoned warehouse in Chino after the girls returned home safely.
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