The Colombian illegal money loaner

So scratch the whole brendan story, he´s busy so my version will have to suffice. Location= Cartagena, Colombia So on our 4th night in colombia, we decided to go out for our first night. We went to the main strip of bars and discos and eneded up at a bavarian bar because all the other places tried to charge us a ridiculuos entrance fee. They actually have gringo )white person) prices, and colombian prices. Being that it was me, brendan, and 3 irish guys, we didn´t have much of a chance escaping that door price. Anyhow, we were still the only gringos in the bar, as for most of the city as it is the off season. After a couple rounds of beer, I decided to lean over and talk to the very attractive colombian girl sitting near our table. Simply just to ask in spanish what time the bar closed. This didn´t go over so well as they thought that I was hitting on her. Little did i Know that she was a colombian model and her boyfriend was sitting right there. Once they told me that, I simply continued to carryon on a coversation in spanish and once they realized I didn´t simply want to hit on the HOT colombia, but just practice spanish, they warmed up to us. After about an hour and a half conversation with them in spanish, They invited brendan and myself, and the irish guys even though they never talked ot them, to come back to their place for some drinks. This is at 3 or 4 am. We decided it seemed fairly safe so we took a few taxis back to their place and continue to drink aguardiente, a fire water of around 35 percent alcohol, til 7 in the morning. They were acutally disappointed in us when we said we had to leave at 7 to go sleep. I think they could have patied til about 10 or so, and I haven´t even told you that their mom was partying this whole time with us! haha. Best part of the mom though was something I didn´t know. One of the reasons they invited us back to their place is because the 45 year old mom had been rubbign brendan´s leg in the bar. The next 3 hours in their house proceded with us teaching them how to shotgun beers, fuck yeah America!, and them pushing brendan into the mom´s room to ¨wake her up¨. It was a prety wierd dynamic as niether b or I wanted to cross the line and piss these locals off.
Towards around 6 am, we began asking one of our friends in spanish what he did for a living. He told us that they own a clothing store next store and that he illegally loans out money. I pressed this a bit further, and it turns out he loans money out to about 50 street vendors at 20 percent per month. That explained why when we walked the street with him all the vendors praised him and treated him like the king of the district. Anyhow, i continued on to ask him in spanish what happened to people when they didn´t pay him. Ver batum the answer was, ¨pues, yo llamo mis amigos quien tener motocicletas y pistolas.¨ translated meaning I call my friends who have motorcycles and guns and force them to pay. AT this point we were saying FUCK! we´re in a this fucking house with a drug lord-king of the bronx, and we´re wondering if we we´re in way over our heads.......The mom is still trying to hook up with brendan during this time and although he pushed it off that night, we are returngin to cartagena to party with them for his birthday so we will now begin the betting on whether he will get his nut with her.....She is a 6 for a 45 year old. Please vote on the home page....P.S. this may not all make sense but i´m too fucking hungry and lazy to edit my post...Le Heim