For Joe Ga, Austria's Vienna was also a city that was thunderously famous.
When Joe Ga got off the private plane dispatched from France, it was already after midnight.
A group of people, led by someone from France Security, took a car to a safehouse.
Joe Ga had thought the safehouse would be set up somewhere within the city, but to his surprise, the seemingly refined French middle-aged man had brought everyone to a bar that was clearly of questionable legality to settle down.
By two in the morning, this secluded bar still had patrons drinking inside.
Servers in sequined tops and spicy hot shorts carried drinks around the various booths, while a few dancers performed on a large stage equipped with several poles, moving to the music.
High-spirited customers would leave hefty tips and, in turn, a topless girl would come over to offer them a lap dance.
It was somewhat embarrassing for boss Joe, who had raided a similar bar before, but had never genuinely observed one.
