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- FROM HEAVEN TO HELL -

We thought she was just being a killjoy. Instead, I went to the room and knotted a few sheets together, tied them to a pillar and dangled them down from our second-floor balcony. There was no way we were letting that sour-faced old bag get in the way of the holiday of a lifetime!

The girls climbed up and we had sex with them all night long. But when they came to leave in the morning, they demanded money from us. So that’s why the receptionist had gone mental – the girls were prostitutes! But we paid up – we’d had an absolute blast, and it really was a dream holiday.

It was paradise, but there were also little reminders that we weren’t there just to party. One time when we were getting loud in a restaurant, a guy walked past us, went, ‘Shhh!’ and threw us a dirty look.

I said to Paul, ‘Did you just see that?’

Paul nodded. ‘Well, the Russian did say we were being watched.’

I had also noticed the same two blokes on a motorbike riding past a bar we were in, over and over again, staring us out.

At this, a terrible sense of paranoia kicked in, as we really felt like we were being spied on. We realised that this cocaine must mean a lot to them if they were watching us the whole time. And we also realised that we had spent so much of their money already, we were in debt to them. Now we owed them, and they owned us.