| Comment | I had a relative who owned a fruit shop in a scheme in Glasgow. It was basically a front for drug addicts to come in and exchange money and shoplifted goods for heroin.
He sold barely anything in the shop, in fact, the shelves were almost bare with the exception of a few apples that had seen better days. I was so young and naive to the illegal shit that was going on that I'd pop in to say hello, and maybe buy an apple - just so I could be seen to be supportive of his business. The cunt used to charge me too. Probably the only legit money that ever went through the books. |
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