IMMIGRATION TOOK MY PASSPORT BUT NOT MY STOKE

I don't even know where to start; is it with the fireflies in the forest lighting up the night, or this beautiful perfect wave that I can't stop surfing, or the karaoke party at the Warung on the beach that I just had with all the other sailors, or the fact that immigrations pulled a...

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