'As she pulls me in by the arm, a bag of cocaine drops between us on the floor' - It’s Magaluf time of year again, writes Niamh Horan
She is a beauty.
With a billion watt smile and a giant mop of chestnut curls, she squeezes in beside me at the bar to order a drink. I smile and she responds with a flash of white teeth that lights up the entire dark dingy basement.
She looks like any other young girl enjoying the balmy nightlife on her summer break from home.