MALACCA STRAIT

I ride in a golf cart through the hills to a place called The Tiger Club. It's a joint without walls and a wrap around bar right on the sand. It's somebodies birthday so there are a lot of smiling faces, and fireworks, and karaoke, and a woman who can sing just like Tina Turner....

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