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SNOWING IN BALI

are snobby. They don't even give attention to me. In Bali it was, 'Wow, Rafael, you are the man' – they do anything to be with me.

When I come to their country, they have normal life, they work, sometimes have a husband. I call, they say, 'Oh, where are you?' Amsterdam.' 'Oh my god! Let's meet in the coffee shop . . . oh, Rafael, I have to tell you something. I am married.'

'Oh, no problem . . . me too.' But I never lie when I meet a girl, I say straight away, 'I am married with kids', because I just wanna fuck, I don't want a relationship or romance. And I say, 'I have a wife, kids.' And if they continue they know I'm just gonna jiggy jig and ciao.

Sometimes I think of lying . . . 'Oh, I'm single,' but that's not the way I prefer.

– Rafael

In Bali, Rafael would pick up girls, meeting them at bars, clubs, or private parties, and whisk them away, sometimes to a villa in Ubud for a couple of nights, or to his favourite Nikko Bali Resort. The staff were so familiar with him there they'd call out, 'Hello, Mr Rafael', sometimes putting their foot in it, saying, 'Oh, where's your girlfriend?' when he'd already moved to the next girl.

Mostly the girls were European . . . French, Italian or Swedish a lot, Finnish, Norwegian, the Nordic girls . . . They come here to spend one week, they want to fuck. I go to the party, take the girl, go to the Nikko, check in, spend the night, I always have some coke on me, and we have some wild sex, drink, use drugs and the day after I put her in her hotel and go home.

Big shit at home, my wife, 'Where you been?' 'I was at party, shut up.' Or, 'I've been doing some business in a hotel' . . . make some story you know . . . was easy for me.

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