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SNIFF, DRINK, LIVE

gave her a test run, right next to his oblivious, snoring Australian customer.

I see on the TV a lot of the sexy sexy, and then I kiss my staff, because she is a beautiful lady – good body, tall, good smile, friendly, you know. And then I make sex, just one time. She was aggressive too, she liked it because she was new. If she were working for maybe one month, two months, she would not be interested in sex.

Did the Australian guy wake up before you left?

Yeah, I say, ‘Wake up, wake up, I want to go.’ He says, ‘Thank you brother, thank you brother.’ Was very funny.

– Ketut, pimp

Also on the streets were hundreds of fake drug dealers, loitering outside clubs or down lanes, stalking tourists, quickly attaching like clingfish as they hustled a potential sucker down the street, saying, ‘You want ephedrine, hashish, ganja?’, displaying the fake drugs in their hands, or digging into their pockets and magically pulling out whatever drug the person wanted.

Shaking off these dealers was often difficult, as they were poor and desperate to find stupid, preferably drunk, tourists. Wayan, a long-term fake drug dealer, rode around on a metallic green scooter, bought from money he won in an illegal gambling racket, with a boutique of imitation drugs in his pockets. Every night he trawled the streets for hours, hunting for fools. On a good night, he’d also snare a tourist wanting sex and pass him along to his friend Nyoman – for a cut. He didn’t like his job, but it was cash, needed to buy his kids an education and a chance for a better life than his.

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