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The truth was, He wasnt sure if he would make it in the city, he's fresh from italy, and dicnt know the crime state or any local Gangs or dealers. "a'ight, god bless ya." he said as he snapped the phone shut and took a good look at the city. He could see all the buildings from his location in water. "Best survey things on the beach." he said as he grabbed his hat and put it on as he got in a smaller Enclosed driving boat near the Yacht Deck and drove off.
He docked at the shore and Stepped onto the wooden dock. He traversed down the crowded Boardwalk and stepped into the sand.
He looked around and kept his hands in his pocket. He began walking down the beach. As he passed a small Surfing shack, he decided he should get a survey of "Possible targets." Protection money and that stuff.
He approached the woman at the shack and sniffed in. It was quite the smell Of Marijuana she was emmitting. Meaning she was either a major drugee or a producer. "Hello..." he coughed a few times
"So where was I? Oh yeah. So what is your business here?" Karen said to the stranger. "I forgot to introduce myself. Pardon my manners. The name is Karen Praolho (prowl-yo). I run business on the 170 acres of Granda Beach. Let me tell you Granda is the smallest beach in town. It is named after Marin Estelho Granda, who landed on this beach to supply his Spanish friend Esteban Arrado with colonists and wares like food, spices, hemp and metals. A Portuguese man landed here 350 years ago and now the place is run by a Portuguese woman. It is the home of me and about three dozen rastafarians. Who make a living selling and moving marijuana. Compared to the gangs in town, we don't need to expand. We have a reputation of having quality, so the customers come to us. Sadly, that is what the gangs don't get. They neglect the principles of a free and competitive market and seek a monopoly. Without competitive entrepreneurship, how will customers know what real quality is?"
He looked around, he noticed a bunch of Portuguese men headed straight towards them. They were wearing leather Jackets, and it looked like they each had guns, considering the prints there shirts. Some had knives though, and bats. "H-hey, Karen, they some of your Normal customers?" he said as he pointed to them.
"State your business. If you come in peace, remove the magazines from your guns." Karen said.
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She turned to the guest: "As for you. Do you choose a house or a property? Usually it requires a signing of a contract that forbids you to use guns against your landlord and forbids you to do independent drug sales on Granda Beach."
John was worried. A Syndicate this big could be a problem to his immediant take over. He had to report this to the Boss. "'Bout the drug thing," he crossed his arms, "Rule one and only for the Mafia, No dope, no drugs. So you aint gotta deal with any 'competition'"
She then went on to the remark about the mafia. "The mafia eh? As long as you don't try to take over businesses or properties on Granda Beach, then it wont be a problem. Elsewhere, you will just have to deal with gangs from lower class families that barely have a 10% accuracy with a gun."
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