Big Tit Inc. (Paperback)

I knew this cemetery very well. Only a ten-minute walk from Brickfields, it was the lungs of Kuala Lumper. Muslims being a superstitious bunch, they never visited the five-acre expanse of prime real estate. The junkies had made it their home. They were usually too drugged up on White China to bother anyone, especially a middle-aged foreigner out on his daily walk. But I had ideas for this place.