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LEMON JUICE KING

I was thinking, how's Andre going to pack this shit, and he just put carbon around, rolling it up, put in the bag. Fuck, it was very unprofessional packing, big hurry.

– Rafael

Within minutes of his flight closing, they got the fighter, more cool now, to Denpasar Airport. Despite his freak-out, he was a success.

But Rafael had been a patsy. A week later, everyone simply vanished; Marco didn't answer his phone and the prizefighter was gone, immediately after calling Rafael from Tokyo raving it was a success. Two months later, Rafael still hadn't been paid. He was fuming. Anna also stirred his anger by chiding him for being a fool to trust anyone in the first place.

It was big shit. My wife says, 'You're stupid to give credit to these motherfuckers, they gonna fuck you.'

Tota told me this story afterwards: Marco says to him in Amsterdam, 'Oh, I have one guy in Bali, he thinks he is something but he is a piece of shit. Let's make some money on him, easy, because he is too nice. He trusts whatever I say to him.'

Tota says, 'Who is the guy?'

'Rafael.'

Tota says, 'Why do you want to fuck him? The guy is nice.' And then Tota asks him, 'How do you want to fuck him?'

He says, 'I have a guy who wants to buy 20,000 ecstasy pills and Rafael knows the guy in Bali with the best ones. Let's buy the ecstasy with Rafael, we take on credit, and we don't need to pay. He's already rich, he doesn't need money, motherfucker.' And then they come here.

Marco was jealous of my success. He became second with his Lemon Juice, doesn't make as much money as coke. He was jealous of