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A Man in Cage.
I ordered the reopening of Badur's and all of the other businesses. We even expanded into agriculture, real estate, also there was the club, it was called Hellhole. And after the first two shipments of drugs and weapons went through, I decided that we needed to expand and get into the drugs business ourselves. Cocaine, heroin, and crystal methamphetamine used to be too expensive for the drug addicts in the streets, but with the rich kids developing a taste for these drugs, it was time for us to create the market for it. One thing we did not think about was how fiercely the government would go to war against that idea. It was their some and their daughters getting addicted now, not the poor people in the streets.
We went to visit Kaz in prison, I could not wait for him to hear the news from my mouth, yeah, he would have heard it in the prison, but hearing it from me would have made me feel fucking happy. If not for the way I saw him, my brother looked unrecognizable, he looked
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