| Comment | My pal at high school, his dad's career was basically: when folk who own nightclubs get a fright and want rid of it 'just keep the wolves from the door', he would swoop in and deal with the debt/whatever problems folk had with gangs.
He later turned out to have an entire 2nd family, and they moved to Perth where he became a sort of bourgeois drug dealer. He had a judge on his wee black book.
Mental, and I'd imaging pretty dangerous if you were on the wrong side. |
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