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TOO HOT

at Nyang Nyang, near Uluwatu, with pills and coke stashed in his pocket, ready to rock. The sea air was pulsating with techno music, the skies lit up with lasers, and around 3000 people were dancing, but Rafael didn't go to the party that night.

I come a little bit late and then I see the cops coming sneaky. I think, 'Fuck, I have stuff.' So I stay on the bike, make my way back a bit, then stop to see what happens. Bust. The cops go to the DJ, 'Stop, police,' and I go. Then I hear more come, many cars, small trucks with many cops inside.

– Rafael

Suddenly Bali was red hot. With undercover police now circling like sharks, Rafael was soon feeling his mistake.

I was too famous. I did it the wrong way, too loud, like, 'I'm the man, fuck off.' Was crazy at this time, too many people knew about me; a big quantity of horses were coming here, and talking to their friends; they get drunk sometimes in the club, 'Oh, Rafael's become the big drug dealer in the island, he's rich now, he has a mansion in Canggu, many motorbikes, big car, he's a mafioso.'

His old horse Barbara was still perilously loquacious and loved basking in his glow at parties, pointing to him as he walked in like a celebrity with an entourage, saying, 'You want drugs, he's the guy.'

She fucked me in that time. I was totally blind, I liked to be famous; coming in with my big necklace, black shirt open to waist, my long wavy hair. I was very easy to spot when I arrive at some place, always

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