Yes

Katy Perry, in a tight pair of pants and a low-cut shirt that showed off her tits, began to worry that she wouldn't be making it to the safety of the nearest American base, even though her memory was telling her it wasn't that far up the road.

"I should've just stayed on the bus," she tells herself as she walks along the war-torn road, kicking herself for not taking Mark's advice every time a native or an enemy combatant leered at her tits or ran their eyes up and down her tight body.

Soon, though, she began to make it closer and closer to civilization, and recognized a building with an American flag on the front of it.

"Ah, there it is," Katy says to herself as she walks toward the building, walking inside and seeing every eye in the room focus on her.

"What is your business here?" the guy at the front desk begins to ask her before recognizing her as the famous American singer, "Ms. Perry? Can we help you with something?"

"Hello soldier boys," Katy says, making sure they all get a good look at her tits, "my bus broke down on the side of the road and my driver says this is a dangerous area. Can I keep you boys company till it's fixed?"