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M3, THE SUNSET CARAWASH

they just hear it’s good to bring coke to Bali, and they bring it. They try to do it themselves. It’s hard, you have to have connections to sell 1 kilo. Whoa, if you try to sell coke in the street, gram by gram, it’s very dangerous.

They fuck up. Or they cannot sell, and they start using it, getting crazy, and in the end they come to me, ‘Please, Rafael, help me to sell the shit.’ I say, ‘Why didn’t you tell me before, did you sell to someone else?’ Because I worry about getting a problem with Chino.
- Rafael

Usually, Rafael and Chino would work it out amicably, but sometimes Chino’s temper blew, revealing his cold-blooded side.

Bejo and three Indonesian gorillas came to my house with guns. Chino ordered them, ‘Go to Rafael’s house, ask him what the fuck he’s doing, why didn’t he sell the shit to me?’ But the shit was not mine.

Bejo says, ‘Let’s go to Chino to talk to him.’
I say, ‘No problem, I can talk to him anytime, but why are the fucking guys here with guns near my family, my kids?’ I got very pissed off.
- Rafael

At M3, Chino was waiting and angrily flipped a table as Rafael walked in. ‘You wanna fuck with me?’ he yelled.

‘Man, this shit isn’t mine. I don’t have anything to hide. If you want to play hard, I can find out who put it here, then fuck him very bad, teach him to not fuck you.’

I find out it is this guy, fucking Dimitrius the Greek, who brings and sells it here. He put my name in the fire. Somebody maybe asks him,