I can confirm with 100% accuracy that one person on the list is
This would unironically be a great plot for a thriller movie.
"Hahah, that's so funny. Kiwi farms is something else man..." I trail off as I sip my coffee sitting comfortably in my idyllic Columbian home. The streets of Bogota are lined with colorful houses as the mist rises from mount Monserrate as my loving and
beautiful busty Latina wife cooks breakfast for us on Easter Sunday. An unknown guilt stirs inside me as the finger on my screen points at me, cold sweat trickles down my neck as I try all I can to weakly laugh it all off. "N-no, no that'd just be crazy," my invasive thoughts turn to paranoid mumbling as I rush to the bathroom. My own visage greets me - a tall 6'8" jacked Caucasian gigachad with hair dark and swept like a storm on the waves of the Atlantic. My fingers run down my face, with perfect canthal tilt & physiognomy so perfect it would make Hitler faint with jealousy.
Dig, dig dig - my fingers greedily clawing at my skin reaching for something that isn't there. Yet it isn't blood that comes out, but flecks of prosthetic plastic - carefully crafted to mold around my
true identity. The sink runs as I fly into a frenzy, my wife calling me in vain from the dining room as it is revealed. A face appears, one that isn't my own but that I vaguely recognize - and then it dawns on me. The face of a man notorious, his alleged death something of a legend.
"J-Jeffery... Epstein. M-my name is Jeffery Epstein..." My lips tremble with shock at the moment of revelation, yet so many questions remain. Who am I really? What am I doing here?
How did I get here? Before any of these questions can be answered I turn my gaze meekly to the door of the bathroom. My wife stands there, a look of cold professional concern written all over her overshadowing her unusually huge chest. "Subject has relapsed into his original identity." She talks into an earpiece as she reaches for something concealed under her sundress, "Requesting a tac team for subdual & identity reformation - over." Without a second thought I frantically jump out the window as my own wife shoots at me, and I disappear into the streets of the city...
Think total recall + the Truman show plus splinter cell. Shame it would never make it to the screen lol.