Steve Dillon
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Drag me there…
THE DRAG QUEENS OF SEMINYAK By Day Five, after paying 100,000 for the new key card,…
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The morning wasn’t over.
The receptionist was still holding my ruined room key between her fingers like it was a…
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The Morning After the Night Before…
Morning, Unfortunately I’d woken up with the distinct feeling that someone had replaced my brain with…
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Day 4… Buyers Keepers
Day Four began the way most Bali mornings do:with roosters screaming, scooters revving, and me stepping…
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By the Pool… again.
The Bald Fat Man and His Young Companion They arrived next, the older man waddling toward…
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The Three Female Students
They appeared like a trio of caffeinated flamingos, already glistening with sunscreen. “Oh my god,” one…
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Emotional Disharmony
That night, as I lay in my humid tomb of a room, I heard laughter drifting…
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Day 2: The FIFO King and ‘Friends’
I woke the next morning in Room 207 — the room that smelled faintly of boiled…
Steve Does Bali... and Survives! 