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THE DEALER WHO PAYS TAXES
About the book

The Dealer who pays taxes takes place on the island of Malta. Lívia just moved to this new country to work as a live casino dealer after having lived in Brazil for the past three years. Her life seems to be going really well as she has made quite a few friends and she has found herself a very handsome boyfriend. However, things may not always be as they seem...

A historia “ The Dealer who pays taxes “ tem lugar na ilha de Malta. Lívia acaba de se mudar para este pais desconhecido para ir trabalhar num casino como casino dealer live, depois de ter vivido no Brasil nos ultimos três anos. A vida dela parece estar correndo muito bem dado ela já ter feito amizades e ter encontrado um namorado bem bonito. No entanto, as aparências iludem…

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About Márcinha
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Márcinha was born in the Netherlands at the 17th of November, 1984 in a city that is often referred to as Sweet Lake City. She is the youngest daughter of a Brazilian mother and a Dutch father who gave her the name `Márcia Farias Ferreira Batenburg`. As she is the youngest member of the family she got the nickname Márcinha, which means little Márcia in Portuguese. Currently she holds the Portuguese nationality while living in Malta, where she works as a copywriter. She has always been a big fan of reading, so it is no surprise that she ended up working in this field. Her career began very differently though. While still in university she was scouted as a model and during her four years of studying she appeared in several Dutch, Belgian and Brazilian magazines and TV-shows. It seemed like her career path was set. However, after getting her Bachelors Degree in Communication, she quickly realised that she needed a steady income and opted for the office life. It didn`t work out as she hoped and soon she found herself back in the spotlights. This time as a live casino dealer in Malta. Her first novel `The dealer who pays taxes` is loosely based on her life, working as a dealer.

A Márcinha nasceu na Holanda no dia 17 de Novembro de 1984, numa cidade conhecida como `Sweet Lake City`. Ela é a filha mais nova duma mãe brasileira e um pai holandês, e daí o seu nome de  `Márcia Farias Ferreira Batenburg`. Sendo a mais nova da familia, ela recebeu o apelido de Márcinha. Actualmente ela tem a nacionalidade  portuguesa e vive na ilha de Malta, onde  trabalha como copywriter. Ela sempre adorou ler. Por isso  nao é de admirar que ela tenha acabado por ir trabalhar nessa área. Entretanto o início da sua carreira profissional foi bem diferente. Durante os quatro anos do seu curso universitário a Marcinha trabalhou como manequim e apareceu em várias revistas holandesas, belgas e brasileiras. Tambem chegou a participar de programas de televisão. Naquela altura tudo levava a crer que ela  fosse enveredar pela carreira artística. O fato é que após ela concluir o seu Curso Superior de Comunicação, a Marcinha chegou à conclusão de que  precisava de uma certa estabilidade financeira e resolveu optar por um emprego de escritório. Mas esse tipo de trabalho não era nada daquilo que ela esperava. Passado algum tempo ela acaba por arranjar um emprego no qual ela estará no centro das atenções. Ela vai trabalhar como casino dealer live em Malta. O seu primeiro romance “ The dealer who pays taxes “ é baseado nesse período da sua vida em que ela trabalhou como dealer.

Hire Márcinha for:

Copywriting

With over two years of experience in content writing, you can entrust all of your content needs to Márcinha.

Instagram collaborations

In just a few months she created an Instagram following of 10k+, with engagement, and this number is still growing.

Translations

Fluent in three languages, Márcinha can provide translations from and to Dutch, Portuguese and English.

Modeling

During her years in college Márcinha earned her money modeling for various national and international magazines and tv-shows.

Live dealer

As her first novel is based on her life as a live casino dealer, it may come as no surprise that she has work experience in this area as well.

Columns

Besides her novel, Márcinha has written several columns, both for online and offline magazines.

A small portfolio of Márcinha`s work
I know I should not have done it to my dear Henry. But how could he have left me for that Barbara woman? We were soulmates! We are soulmates. The only reason he wants Barbara is for her money. With me it`s so much more. It may have started out with him liking me for my money, but that was so many years ago that nobody even remembers it. Well, I guess it all doesn`t matter anymore now anyway. I sold Al`s Diner, the place in which we shared so many lovely memories. The place that I hated at first, but I have come to love in time. And with the money, I have bought a plane ticket to Dubai. For Henry I had given up my old life of luxury, but now that I have lost him, I see no reason to stay poor any longer. Dubai here I come!
“Just what the sheik was looking for!” I hear someone say. I have only just arrived in Dubai and didn`t even leave the airport yet. When I turn around I see this very handsome man surrounded by security guards, wearing typical Emirati clothing. He looks at me and waves for me to come over. How could a girl resist? ‘”Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Vienna Hyatt.” I introduce myself as the very handsome sheik grabs my hand and kisses it softly. Oh my, I wonder if all his kisses are as soft as this one. “The pleasure is all mine, miss Hyatt.” he replies, immediately snapping me back to reality. “I am Sheik Mohammed Nur Abdul Bin Aziz, but you can call me Sheik.” I give him one of my most charming smiles “Sounds good, Sheik.” He grabs my arm gently and walks me to the airport exit. I pretend I don`t notice that people are staring at us. With my gorgeous appearance I am more than used to having people stare at me and I will make sure that the Sheik will realize that. As if he can read my thoughts, the Sheik complains: “The only bad thing about meeting such a beautiful woman is the attention it draws. But I am sure you get so much attention that you don`t even notice that anymore, isn`t that right miss Hyatt?” I smile my most innocent smile, as if I want to agree, but am too modest to admit it. Men can never see through this. It seems to work and as we reach a very stretch limo, the Sheik finally reveals his plans: “Tonight I will arrange a suite for you at the Armani Hotel in the Burj Khalifa and tomorrow we will start looking for apartments. I am assuming that you don`t have any hotel reservations I should know about?” I nod in agreement and thank him gracefully. To be honest, I do have a hotel reservation somewhere in Deira, which is one of the cheapest areas of Dubai and I do not feel like passing out on a suite at the Armani hotel for that. I`m sure that I won`t be able to get a refund but it will be well worth it. Happily I enter the limo. As soon as I enter the limo I realise how much I have missed this. The wealth, the worry-free life, the parties in limos that cost more than half the houses in Oakdale combined. I`m sure that if I stay here, I`ll forget Henry in no time.
By the time we get to the Armani Hotel I am getting tired. Between the lavish limousine ride and the time difference between Oakdale and Dubai I feel like my jetlag will become more severe if I don`t get some sleep soon. Fortunately the Sheik understands. “You need to get some sleep, miss Hyatt. Tomorrow you have a long day ahead of you as we`ll be looking at properties for you.” He says after checking me in, grabbing my hand once more and placing another soft kiss on it. Hmmm… I close my eyes to feel it more intensely. At the same time I wonder: would it be too promiscuous to ask him to come up with me? I open my eyes to look at the Sheik to maybe find a hint to whether or not he wants it too. But unfortunately he is gone already.
With the bell boy in tow to carry my luggage I go to my room. Looking into the huge living room, decorated with Armani furniture I immediately forget about the Sheik. I cannot shake the thought of Henry. We would have enjoyed ourselves so much in this room. We could play dress up… He could be an Armani executive and I would be a naughty shoplifter. It would be so great. I look into the mirror at the entrance of the suite and immediately my smile fades. I am alone in this huge room and Henry is not here. Not only is he not here, he won`t come here either. He`s with someone else now. It hits me so hard that I cannot even enjoy the rest of the huge, extravagant suite. I go straight to bed and cry myself to sleep.
I wake up with banging on my door. “Room service” I hear. After announcing herself, the maid enters the room, puts the food on the table and leaves. Curious as I am, I get up to see what food she brought. The first thing that catches my eye is a note on the table, accompanied by a big vase with white roses. “Good morning beautiful. I hope the suite gave you the beauty sleep that you deserve. In one hour I will be there to pick you up. We have 10 properties to view today. See you soon, your Sheik.” What girl can resist that? I grab some waffles and fruit from the table and start to get myself ready to meet the Sheik in an hour.
The rest of day goes pretty well, but even though the Sheik is very handsome and courteous, I still feel a bit bored and cannot get my mind off Henry. At one point I cannot take any more talk about square metres, bed linen and energy consumptions. I need a better distraction to stop thinking about Henry. In a desperate attempt I turn to the real estate agent and ask him how he got into this business. “Actually I was living in the US,” he answers. “Running a diner in a small town. It was great. Until I lost it at a poker game.” As soon as he finishes his sentence, it is as if every sense in my body just woke up and made my entire body shiver. I look at him in utter disbelief. “That`s a coincidence,” is the only thing I am able to say. The question mark that appears on his forehead makes me elaborate myself. I tell him everything. Ok, everything except for the Henry part. The Sheik is listening as well so I prefer to be discreet. It`s funny to discover how much I can have in common with a guy, who, a few years ago, I would have considered a mere servant. I even discover he is also Swedish and was brought up in a town near my hometown. Soon we start talking in Swedish and, honestly, I kind of forget about the Sheik. It is just so inspiring to hear from Max Malmsten, which is his name. He tells me about his ambitions to make money in Dubai real estate to eventually start his own chain of American diners in Dubai. That`s not all though. He wants to run it with the future mother of his children! Whom he hasn`t met yet! It sounds like a dream. Like Max is my soulmate. I feel myself falling in love with him already. I have found the perfect investment for the money that I got for Al`s Diner! Starting my own diner with Max. It would be a dream come true. Now I just need to find a way to be with him without upsetting the Sheik.
It is proving more difficult than I thought. At least I was able to convince Max to let me stay at his house. When I am there I am sure I can convince him that we are soulmates. It worked with Henry as well. And besides, what guy can resist my gorgeous body? The only problem is that I don`t know how to convince the Sheik that I am not the girl for him. I am contemplating ways to let him down all the way from the last apartment to the Armani hotel. I am actually in a taxi by myself, because the Sheik had to leave for urgent business. When I arrive at the hotel, I see my luggage standing in the lobby. How is this possible? I didn`t even check out yet. In a panic I hurry to the reception desk and ask for clarification. “Miss Hyatt, the credit card that was used to pay for your room is not valid.” The receptionist explains. My panic immediately fades away. “Oh that must be a mistake,” I answer confidently. “The Sheik must have another card he can use, why don`t you give him a call and clear this up?” The woman looks at me with a very surprised face. “The man that brought you here yesterday, you mean?” she asks. “He was just arrested for impersonating a Sheik.” …to be continued.

Reality TV kills. That is the title of the article that I am writing. As a part of my field research I am participating on Everlasting as a contestant. What I have found is not only the information that I was looking for. For that you will have to await the actual article. I have found something that may be equally as bad. Or maybe even worse.

It happened to me even though I consider myself to be quite a confident woman. Still I was still happy to hear that the crew members named me `Hot Rachel`. And I am not unbreakable. I do get nervous when the camera starts rolling or when it is pointed towards me. Even though I am not even in the show to win or to become famous. To me it is actually nothing more than investigation for a good, and very necessary, story.

Still I got cold feet before the show started. I seriously considered backing out and having someone else take my place. Before the show started they told me I was the youngest contestant. And I know that I look much younger than I am. It got me so worried about what people might say and write about me on the internet that I went to visit a psychologist before actually starting to tape the show. He is the one who convinced me to actually go ahead with it. It was him who reassured me that no matter what the opinion of others might be, the show had chosen me out of a thousand girls because they thought I was beautiful and smart. And I had the total package that could make the suitor, and the viewers, fall in love with me. He said that anyone who would claim otherwise would not only be lying, but maybe speaking out of jealousy. After all, who`s to say that they are smarter or better looking than I am? Since the people who write negative comments online usually post their thoughts anonymously, we cannot judge what they look like or how intelligent they are. What we do know, however, is that they were not chosen to be a contestant on the show. Whether that be because they didn`t apply, or they didn`t make the cut, doesn`t really matter. All that matters is that the people that were chosen did make the cut and the requirements were quite strict. So no matter what anyone would say, I had to be proud of myself for making it to the show.

Thinking about his words has gotten me through some pretty difficult times. Even when, a few days before actually leaving for the show, my friends showed me some pretty shocking stories. Let me elaborate a few of them. Do you remember Jayla Flynn from season 4 of Everlasting? She committed suicide only one year after being on the show. She made it to the final three contestants and made quite a name for herself after that. Almost all of the talkshows in the country invited her to speak about her experiences and she did make some good money with appearances in nightclubs. But obviously, these 15 minutes of fame didn`t last long and slowly she started to become less relevant. There are so many reality tv shows nowadays that once one terminates, the other one is already starting. To keep yourself in the eye of the public after your show ends, you`ll need either a big talent, a famous boyfriend or a scandal. Jayla had none of those and so, like most contestants, she was forgotten quite quickly. She had to go back to her old life of working as a receptionist. Something she wasn`t able to deal with very well. It made her become more and more depressed. The fact that people around her started telling her how irrelevant she had become in such a short period didn`t really help either. Finally she couldn`t deal with it anymore and ended her life.

How about Alanna Kelly from the same season? Do you remember her? She was not as skinny as the other contestants. She wasn`t fat, but just not supermodel skinny. Despite that, she still made it to the final 6. When she got home her victory didn`t last long though. She started googling her own name and started reading all of the forum threads that had her name on them. Some of them were extremely hurtful. But she kept reading them, it was like an addiction that she couldn`t beat. She even went as far as to go on some tv-shows that help people lose weight. Mind you, she was not overweight at all. Still, she didn`t have the petite figure that the others had, which is why she was never able to become as skinny as the other participants. This led to her trying all sorts of alternative ways to lose additional weight. Some of them harmful. In the end, she became so obsessed with it that it cost her her life.

But these are only the cases that were made public. Who knows how many other people are suffering from the same fate? People that, in some cases just wanted to be famous, and in others just wanted to find love. They didn`t harm anyone by appearing on an reality TV show. Yet it killed them. Reality TV kills. If you watch Everlasting and like the show, please don`t let it happen to my fellow contestants. Don`t be that anonymous person bashing a girl from the show even if she did deserve it. It could kill her. The ones that I have met are too nice to suffer that fate. Maybe they don`t have it in them to have a succesful career in the entertainment industry after the show. But does that really matter to you? Does it matter if they will have to return to a 9 to 5 job like most of us? Will you be happier if you rub that in their faces anonymously? I don`t think you will be. I think you will be much better off doing something that makes you happy.

When Márcinha was working as a live casino dealer she had to use a stagename, like Lívia. She chose The name Taryna and below you can see a few pictures of Taryna in action.

Durante o tempo que a Márcinha trabalhou como casino dealer live , ela  teve  que usar um nome artistico: Taryna. Abaixo desta página encontra algumas imagens de Taryna em ação.

Below you can see a short clip that contains some pictures and pieces of television shows in which Márcinha appeared in her younger years.

E tambem fotografias e fragmentos de programas televisivos dos quais a Marcinha participou durante o seu tempo de estudante do ensino superior.