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ISLAND OF THE SEX GODS

onto Bras’s lounge and fell asleep, confident there’d be plenty more orgies with random sexy girls to fuck.

When you’re really fucked up on drugs, really high, you lose all inhibitions. You just feel really horny, you meet someone at a club, have chemistry, you can fuck in front of other people, you don’t care. And that’s what happened a lot. There were a lot of orgies in Bali.

— Alberto, Bali drug dealer

Surfing, sex and cocaine were Rafael’s passions, but the spirit of Hawaiian kings had come first. As a child he had balanced his life on a board, riding Rio’s waves with grace and agility. The rush of bursting down a breaking wave, and a sense of freedom quickly had him hooked - the adrenaline rush was like drug traffick-ing later induced. But surfing was his first love and the young boy dreamt about one day going to a faraway tropical island called Bali.

When his chance came, typically it involved a girl. Flying home from a surf camp in South Brazil, he flirted with the flight attendant; well before hitting the tarmac, he had her number. Soon they were dating and the girl put her hot new boyfriend’s name down to share the airline’s free flights for staff, plus-one to anywhere in the world.

Before long they hit the skies to Bali. Rafael fell in love, but more so with the island than the girl. After a month’s holiday, she flew home alone. The sunshine, palm-fringed beaches and

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