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SNOWING IN BALI

tropical isle offered. The azure sparkling oceans and sunny days let him swim, surf, jet-ski, and hang-glide endlessly.

My life was 24 hours – morning surfing, afternoon flying. I love sport, I do sport all the time.

– Marco

Soon he was travelling between three homes, in Bali, Rio and Amsterdam, quickly getting a profile in Bali as ‘the man’, or the boss of top-grade dope, selling to rich expats, tourists and surfers. In Amsterdam he had an X-ray machine at home to check the drugs were invisible, before sending his horses to Bali and Brazil.

Marco was the best serving these kind of really rich people; the really high-class, rich people. These people like skunk, the good weed – it’s like drinking French champagne. The right level of people, the people who have a big house, these are the customers. No one is smoking Sumatran weed. Bad smell, bad taste. They wanna get the best.

– Andre

He was the guy to get weed from. Anybody who was anybody who wanted to buy weed would buy it from him. He had a monopoly. He rode around on a motorbike with a fluorescent yellow windbreaker with big block letters saying Lemon Juice. Guys say to him, ‘What are you doing, man, why don’t you just go to the cops and get the handcuffs on now?’ Everyone knew Lemon Juice was weed. The cops I’m sure knew too. And he’s like, ‘it’s just advertising it, you know.’

– Gabriel, American surfer

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