Scotland Yard...foiled again!

[I've posted the picture in the previous post]

So the money was lost. I kept hoping that it would turn up in my bags when I reached France and I would *snif* have no way to return it. No such luck.
Anyway, the cops leave and I figure we'll all go back to bed. But the Brazilian is laughing about something. I ask him what's so funny. He pauses,
"Well," he says, "you see...I am stripper."
He pulls up his shirt to show me his six-pack to drive home the point.
"I am stripper at club in town, and that cop you take picture with...he come and see me all the time. He come in and he like 'Marcos?' You see, Marcos my stripper name. But he like, shh, don't tell no one!"
To make the story even crazier, turns out that 'Marcos' is putting both his brother and sister through Havard by working as a stripper. And he used to be in the French Foreign Legion.

We all laughed and laughed, until the old man came back in and made us all go to bed.