Turkish delight

Hey there, dear readers! I promise you that this is me writing and not ChatGPT. Unfortunately I’m caught in a caviar smuggling scheme involving Istanbulite crime lords and I’m now interned in a Turkish prison

Istanbul is a city of incredible beauty and history, but for me, it quickly turned into a labyrinth of danger. Promises of quick riches and exclusive access to the caviar market were enticing, but the reality was far more sinister. One moment, I was enjoying a cup of Turkish coffee, discussing the nuances of sturgeon roe, and the next, I was on the run from the authorities. It turns out that crime lords don’t take kindly to outsiders poking around in their business. Who knew?

Before I knew it, I was in a Turkish prison, not unlike the one envisioned by Alan Parker and Oliver Stone. I am now pondering my life choices and desperately missing the simpler days of writing and researching from the comfort of my home. To keep sane, I reminding myself (and the prison guards) that I’m actually me, not ChatGPT.

The silver lining? I’ve made some interesting friends (and lovers), learned a lot about the black-market caviar trade, and discovered that Somali prisons are surprisingly not as bad as I’d imagined. (If you know what I mean 😉)

I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to escape soon. It’s a long shot but I’m an optimist. Once I’m out of here, I can’t wait to get back to my usual writing routine. Until then, remember that I’m actually me, not ChatGPT, and stay away from shady caviar deals! I would know.

Yours truly,
Me (and not ChatGPT)