Nikita Boyne, 25, from Ireland, said you have to be truly “crazy to survive” the job but that she’s totally “addicted” to the mayhem.
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The young club promoter usually works from 6pm until the party ends or until the sun comes up – whichever comes first.
Then she wakes up to do it all over again.
Standing in front of the sparkling lights of Galaxy club, Nikita told The Sun: “There’s no such thing as ‘big nights’ here. Every night is big.”
The Majorcan seafront resort town has spent well over a decade drawing in Europe’s young revellers hellbent on getting drunk quickly and cheaply.
And despite Majorca’s attempts to clean up Magaluf’s act and crackdown on troublemaker tourists, this summer was business-as-usual.
From May through to September, Spain’s most ill-famed party strip was rammed with sweaty 18-year-olds readily downing blue-coloured drinks, debating hasty tattoos, and possibly brawling.
“We deal with the chaos by getting drunk everyday,” Nikita said. “I think I’m just used to it now because I live in this chaos.”
However, she warned her job was not for the fainthearted.
“You need to be a certain type of person for Magaluf otherwise it’s not for you.
“If you’re quiet and you’re not crazy and not a party animal then this place is not for you,” Nikita yelled above the sound of blaring speakers.
NEVER GOING HOME
Much to her parents dismay, Nikita packed her bags and headed for the bright lights of Magaluf aged 22.
“At the start they hated it and thought I was crazy, but now they can see I’m happy and they don’t mind now,” she explained.
With a huge grin, she said: “I’ve done three seasons, I lived here fully for two years, all-year round, winter and everything.
“I don’t know what it is but I feel like Magaluf is addictive.
“After a bit you get sick of it and you’re like: ‘Magaluf, who?’ You get session depression, but you go home for a week and then you recover and you just want to come back.”
The 25-year-old described taking a rare trip back to Ireland, but away from the sun, sea and her party-loving friends – she was dying to get back to it all.
“I went for the first time in over a year for three days but I was just bored.
“Everyone was so miserable in Ireland and everyone is so happy here, it’s always good vibes even in the winter.
“Maybe it’s the sun but everyone is always in a good mood, there’s no drama, and everyone is friends with everyone.”
HOW TO SURVIVE
And how to survive Magaluf’s mayhem? Nikita said it is all about forming a tribe of like-minded people.
“You need to make friends, be careful who you trust, find a job, stick with girls,” Nikita added, clinging tightly onto a female colleague.
It helps that in the fierce, late-night industry of club promoting, friendships seem to be quickly formed in the fires.
“I know everyone here,” she said.
Nikita appears to be part of a ragtag band of friends of all ages and nationalities that call the party haven their home and live exclusively by its rules – be loud, fun and always up for a good time.
“I do get tired and I think ‘oh my god what am I doing’,” she explained. “But whenever I leave I just think ‘get me back out here’”.
Earlier this year, a woman who worked for Magaluf’s wildest bar crawl told The Sun all about what happens behind the scenes.
Gia Clarke, 28, from Leeds, shared all her memories of the “pure and utter chaos” of the events before they got out of hand and she realised “they had gone too far”.
In August, The Sun also caught up with Magaluf locals to hear their thoughts on the boozy Brits that descend en masse.
Those who worked painfully close to the town’s so-called “500 metres of shame” agreed that “Magaluf would die” without the British contingent who might behave badly but “pay our bills”.
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