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2024-10-29 19:42:56Everything was in order and the table was strong, business was booming and money was being made. We began dealing the drugs locally and our suppliers were more than willing to expand their business in our country. Cocaine and heroin for the rich who wanted to party and enjoy their ill-gotten wealth, rich boys and girls with their corrupt parents in the government. They were the ones who could afford the white and the brown and I felt no remorse about destroying those who destroyed us. But there was also meth and weed for the poor who wanted to forget their sorrows. Yes, I was no street Messiah or savior of any kind, I was just a business man, a man trying to rise above obstacles set for me and people like me. I was a criminal.
A few months after Sarumky's death, I had Chuks and Akeem hunt down every last member of the old table, everyone and anyone who had anything to do with the Sarumky family and his organization, everyone who had any relations with the old bosses who was n
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