I was walking along some back-streets of Panama City, feigning clandestine use of my camera in a lackluster attempt to heed caution that Panama City is a rather dangerous place. Well, if you listen to what people say, everywhere is dangerous and one would never go anywhere.
After 10 minutes I was completely bored of the whole "must be careful" charade and ran across the street to the first man I saw with a gun, asking if he would mind if I took his picture. Never mind the crime-scene tape and the fact that he constantly stood with his finger readily on the trigger, he was actually a lovely chap.
And he took pride in guarding that brothel.