The other day, I got a message on Instagram, and it was from a young 17-year-old, and he said,

I'll do anything I want to be Mafia like you, can we work together?

And I sat there, and I said to Tristan, why does everyone think we're Mafia?

We're not Mafia.

We don't run around with machine guns.

I mean, obviously we have guns.

Our house is full of machets.

Are we Mafia?

Anyway, I don't think I'm Mafia, so I said to Tristan, look, we're not Mafia.

Tristan goes, yes, we are.

And I said, why?

He goes, we're two huge fighting brothers with women naked on the internet

who own casinos, who drive around Bucharest, Romania in over $2 million with the fucking supercars.

Everyone's afraid of us.

And if anyone did piss us off at any point, even if we didn't want to fuck them up ourselves,

we can make one phone call, and they'd either be in a ditch

or lose their any right to stay here.

They'd have some visa issue and kicked out the country,

or arrested for no reason and put in a jail cell for months at a time.

We are basically as Mafia as you can get.

So I guess I'm Mafia.

I didn't mean to be.

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