Fudo finds himself in blonde foursome

But he bested himself at the Sapphire PR gig at The Camel bar opposite Selfridges last week by getting the lasses to pose with him after two of them had divested themselves of their latex costumes. It is a previous story on the INQ.

The result being below. We understand, through one of these ladies, strongly suspected of being Eva Glass, that Fudo was drinking champagne in London right up until the moment he had to fly back to Wien, in the Eastern Reich.

Did he ever return? And how will he explain this to his girlfriend? On that, the story goes somewhat cold. µ