The Gulf of Thailand (Pranburi)

“How much is she?” the bald guy asked me as I walked past in the crowd of the Hilton Hua Hin. And my blood boiled as I looked ahead and moved past. My eyes were fixed on Jasmin – and she was oblivious to the world. She was doing what I do when the world is falling apart all around me – she was dancing.

And it’s very hard for people to understand us. Our core is dance. Although we are cocky about how good we are – we are not professional and up against dance champions – we would probably get our asses kicked. But together we are dynamite.

I mean that in both a good and bad way. Sometimes we catch the dance floor on fire. And sometimes we try to catch the place we are living in on fire with a lighter.

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