I was at the Sky Garden, patrolling for any suspect terrorists.
'Fuck you were,' said Brian, a mate of mine from New Zealand, who had traveled around Asia with me on my previous whoring missions. 'You're just here to score a big titted whore.'
He wasn't wrong on that account.
Bali was a honey pot for single Australians, I said but went on to explain that The Sky Garden was a magnet for crazy assed terrorists intent on making mincemeat of sex tourists.
'Not good for business,' I added.
