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Oi mate, I’m a bleedin’ nose, right? Sniffin’ out stuff, y’know, about prostitutes an’ that. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one tart I met, down some dodgy alley in Birmingham, smelled like cheap fags and desperation. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*, that flick I love—y’know, “I’m not a girl, I’m nothing!” That’s her, this prossie, not what she seems, mate.

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The touts that lurk at the front gates of this Lovina property are little more than hustlers and drug dealers, peddling prostitutes and magic.

Next, I get a group of tourists from Jakarta. They’re all excited, takin’ selfies in the lift. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just an elevator!” But they’re lovin’ it. They start askin’ me about Singaraja. I’m tryin’ to give ‘em the lowdown on the history, you know? Like how Singaraja was once the capital of Bali. But they’re more interested in where to find the best beach. I’m like, “Duh, Lovina Beach is just a short drive away!”

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