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The man-bun held up his hands. “Bro. We have a permit.”

The comments exploded. “BRUTAL!” “TUK TUK POLICE!” “IS THAT REAL?”

A group of about a dozen tourists—sunburned, glassy-eyed, wearing elephant pants and fake monk-blessed string bracelets—had formed a circle. In the center, a shirtless man with a man-bun and a GoPro strapped to his forehead was attempting to teach a tipsy Swedish girl how to do a spinning elbow. A tripod stood nearby, its phone screen glowing with a live feed: . Tuk Tuk Patrol Pickup 5-6 -Globe Twatters- 2023...

“No,” he said. “But 5-6 is off the clock in twenty minutes. There’s a noodle lady around the corner who makes tom yum that would make a monk weep.”

“This is Tuk Tuk Patrol 5-6,” he said. “To the Globe Twatters watching from your couches in Ohio or Leeds or Melbourne: Do not try this. We are tired. Go to sleep.” The man-bun held up his hands

“Globe Twatters, 5-6,” crackled the radio. “Code 23. Noise complaint. Over.”

“Copy, 5-6,” Somchai replied. He tapped his partner, Officer Arun, who was drooling on his shoulder. “Wake up. The clowns are juggling fire again.” “BRUTAL

Somchai turned to the group. “You have ten minutes to pack your light-up hula hoops and your fake monk blessings. Then The Iron Buffalo goes home.”

“No, no,” said a girl with a septum piercing. “That’s for the—uh—the lanterns. For luck.”

Then the Swedish girl, still tipsy, tried to spin-kick the GoPro out of man-bun’s hand. She missed, stumbled backward, and knocked over the gasoline can. It didn’t spill, but it teetered dangerously close to a discarded cigarette butt smoldering on the pavement.