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I was telling Max about the good old days.

The Stadium was the go-to place to get fucked up on party drugs, fuck a whore on the fourth floor, or dance the night away sitting on bottled water on the dancefloor.

Like most institutions that were infused with fun, it was closed down.

'Eek,' says Max, who scratched his bulbous nose, ' looks like they weren't  paying the coppers off enough.'

Here at Big Tit Inc, we worked on the Pablo Escobar Principle, 'everyone has their price.' 

And if they didn't, 'eliminate them,' was Pablo Escobar's Second Principle.

I couldn't get it up.

I told the other whore, come and see me at this hotel.

I never thought she'd come around and see me.

She did. 

Ekka didn't want a threesome.

It would have been an amazing ending to a night out in Jakarta off my head on high-grade ecstasy imported from Amsterdam.

'You got that part right,' said Max, 'our intel said that the Indonesia military brought the drugs in and offloaded it to the dealers. Everyone won.' 

Sorry, darling, I said, she's not into a threesome and I slipped her a 100 000 Rupiah note.

What a wasted opportunity I thought as I fucked Ekka from behind.

I couldn't keep it up.

'I suppose a blow isn't out of the question.'

She said her jaw hurt from the 'love' tablet.

And to think, that poor thing who was waiting for me outside my room, ready to fuck, would have sucked me off. 

BUT I HAD TO SEND HER HOME.

'Keep that one for your memoirs,' said Max.

Promising.

'And yes, I like your stories.' 

Doubly promising.

'That's why we hired you, you are perfect CIA material.'

Tripply promising.