The New York Post was looking for underground-type stories. While I was in Caracas, Venezuela, I noticed that my moto-taxi driver had "interesting" conversations on the phone under questionable contexts. Just because he had been driving me around for 7 months and I knew he lived in Petare (one of the most dangerous slums in South America) I even asked "Hey Luis, do you know any drug traffickers in your neighborhood?" 

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Two days after I was interviewing a family of cocaine traffickers for a the New York Post exclusive.

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Shot in one afternoon. Edited in 3 days.