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Port of East Beach __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The Port of East Beach, also known as the Harbor Department of the City of Los Santos, is the second-busiest container port in the United States, after the Port of Los Santos, which it adjoins. Acting as a major gateway for US-Asian trade, the port occupies 3,200 acres (13 km²) of land with 25 miles (40 km) of waterfront in the city of East Beach, San Andreas. The Port of East Beach and approximately 25 miles (40 km) south of downtown Los Santos. The eaport generates approximately US$100 billion in trade and employs more than 316,00 people in Southern San Andreas. Early History (1911-1960) ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The San Pedro Breakwater was started in 1899 and over time was expanded to protect the current site of the Port of East Beach. The Port of East Beach was founded on 800 acres (3.2 km2) of mudflats on June 24, 1911, at the mouth of the Los Santos River. The old Municipal Pier was rebuilt into the Municipal Wharf in 1925. In 1925 construction started on Pier A and Pier B, with opening of Pier A in 1930. By 1926 more than one million tons of cargo were handled, and additional piers were constructed to accommodate the growing business. In 1921, oil was discovered at the East Beach Oil Field on and around Signal Hill. In 1932, the fourth-largest oil field in the United States, Wilmington Oil Field, was discovered; much of this field was underneath East Beach and the harbor area itself. The hundreds of oil wells from Wilmington Oil Field provided oil revenues to the City of Los Santos. The first offshore oil well in the harbor was brought online in 1937, shortly after the discovery that the oil field far extended into the harbor. In the mid-1930s, the port was expanded, largely due to the need to transport oil to foreign markets, as the immense output of oil from the Los Santos Basin caused a glut in US markets. The extraction of hundreds of millions of barrels of oil caused concern for subsidence, as the overlying land collapsed into the empty space over time. Engineers and geologists were promptly assigned to the problem, building dikes for flood control at high tide. East Beach became a home port for the United States Navy's Pacific Fleet in 1932. In 1940 the navy purchased 105 acres on Terminal Island built the East Beach Naval Shipyard there. In 1946, after World War II, the Port of East Beach was established as "America's most modern port" with the completion of the first of nine clear-span transit sheds. Pier E was completed and Pier B was expanded to two times its size in 1949. Pierpoint Landing completed on Pier F in 1948, becoming a large sport fishing spot. Concerns regarding subsidence increased until Operation "Big Squirt," a water injection program, halted any progression of sinking land in 1960. Recent History (2012-present) __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Between 2012 and 2014, as part of a decision made by the then Mayor of Los Santos, Rakesh Namir, the Port Authority operated as a branch of the Bureau of Public Utilities. This decision was eventually reversed by Mayor Frank Vaughn in 2015, autonomizing Port Authority operations as a seperate contract. In 2016, the San Andreas Longshore and Warehouse Union went on strike, closing down the ports of East Beach and Los Santos. The labor clash which lasted several days and caused ships to be backed up into the pacific ocean marked it the worst cargo traffic disruption at the East Beach and Los Santos harbors. The union, at the time, was objecting to Republican Governor Jesse Style's decision to nullify the terms of their contact, specifically prohibiting port security from conducting security-related duties in the dockyards. Mayor Frank Vaughn gave a speech, as did Representatives Jep Appelo and Katherine Summers in solidarity with the workers impacted by the injunction: primarily members of the SALWU Local 2. In 2019 and the following years, through numerous organizing rallies and an increase in collaboration among business, labor and government agencies, the International Brotherhood of Longshoreman (IBL) Local 1218 became the primary dock workers union on the Port of East Beach, representing most employees at the terminals. In 2020, a bill titled the Safe Shores Act of 2020 was introduced by Senate President Pro Tempore Eugene Park (D-3), establishing the San Andreas Harbor Department, the Office of the Harbor Department Chair, and the San Andreas Harbor Commission. The Board of Harbor Commissioners would oversee the operations, budgets, inspections and the development of regulatory codes and policies concerning the terminals, facilities and premises at the Port of San Fierro, the Port of East Beach and the Port of Los Santos. The Port of East Beach was the scene of Senator Eugene Park's assassination, following the announcement of Senator Charles Moreno's (D-5) run for the position of Lieutenant Governor. Economy __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The port's combined import and export value is nearly $100 billion per year. The seaport provides jobs, generates tax revenue, and supports retail and manufacturing businesses. More than $800 million a year is spent on wholesale distribution services in the city. In the City of Los Santos, port operations generate more than 230,000 jobs, with more than $10 billion a year going to distribution services in the city. On the state level, the Port of East Beach provides about 370,000 jobs and generates close to $5.6 billion a year in state and local tax revenues. Environment __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The twin ports of Los Santos and East Beach are, together, the single largest source of air pollution in the metropolitan Los Santos area. Both ports have implemented a number of environmental programs to reduce pollution levels while continuing port growth. Governance __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Harbor Department The Harbor Commissioners set policies for the Port of Los Santos and the Port of East Beach. Commissioners are appointed by the Secretary of State or Lieutenant Governor and are confirmed by the State Senate. They may serve terms in increments of three month, without a term limit. References __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 1. ^ "The Journal of Commerce World Top 50 Container Ports". 2. ^ The Port of East Beach, By Michael E. White, page 49 3. ^ The Port of East Beach, By Michael E. White, page 87 4. ^ The Port Authority Act of 2016 5. ^ SADP Grassroots Director Addresses Port Injuction Union Disputes 6. ^ OP-ED: The Ghost of Frank Vaughn: Democrats to be Resurgent in Senate Elections 7. ^ The Safe Shores Act of 2020 8. ^ Los Santos Times: Senators Introduce Several Major Bills This Week External links _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Media related to Port of East Beach at Wikimedia Commons Port of East Beach website Port of East Beach overview page https://discord.gg/rYRcJYNX Application form (Port of East Beach) (Applications can be sent to Kunis via forums or to Swingis#3669 on Discord)

Jack drove south through Downtown Los Santos, coming up on the Harbor Freeway. The drive had initially been a pleasure cruise, one green light after the other, twenty, thirty, the needle of the speedometer almost dared Jack to let her slip over forty, and then she'd show him what she was really made of. Jack and the El Camino weaved in and out of traffic, and together they performed a graceful ballet accompanied by an orchestra of wailing horns and screaming commuters. She was rusty, but the old girl still had some bite left in her. However, as she and Jack travelled further south, like a horde of locusts the traffic grew denser and before he knew it, everything around him was still; through the thick cloud of exhaust smoke was a tall wall of red taillights and Jack sat small before it. His post-coital tristesse made him want a cigarette. He smacked one out of a pack and lit it and pondered why Chinese cigarettes always taste so much worse than American cigarettes. Normally Jack smoked Marlboro Reds, as he fancied himself a cowboy, an outlaw even, but on this occasion Jack was out of money and with no way to quench his thirst for red wine and hard liquor, resorted to buying a pack of cigarettes, under-the-counter, from a Chinese supermarket he always shopped at to try and smooth out the edges of his hangover. Mr. Lee had hooked him up, that Jack couldn't refute, forty cigarettes for half the price he would have dropped on one pack of Reds and however tense they made the temples of his skull feel, he resolved that right now, they were all he had and as he sat still in his traffic, with his eyes closed and the radio filling his ears with the same crap it always wanted him to buy, he breathed in the stale smoke and couldn't tell whether its origin was the counterfeit cigarette or somebody's burnt out clutch; either way, it didn't matter. The nausea reminded him of his first cigarette. The guy who gave it to him was Prez Forni, a big bad son of a bitch from Las Venturas. That's where Jack was from. Prez and Jack met as enemies, two young guys on barstools in the dead of night exchanging hot glances. Who knows what it was, Jack thought to himself, was it the coke. Was it the dirty glass. Or was it the words WHO'S and NEXT he had inked on either fist. He didn't know what it was, but something about Prez didn't shine right. The deadness in Prez's eyes told Jack to back off, something sinister and consuming, but he couldn't look away. It was after having his ass handed to him that Jack was rewarded with his first cigarette, he remembered how it tasted,, wood that burned with something chemical, marinating in the viscous blood that swam around his mouth. Jack lamented that the fight between he and Prez were the only moment he felt truly connected to him. Prez was mainly in with the bikers at the time and he introduced Jack to the real Venturas: Sin City, where pleasure run amok -- any banal desire or urge could be met, the only condition was the money had to be green. The pair peddled meth together and spent hours that stretched on for days repetitively in and out of dingy motels and run down apartment blocks, black rooms and silhouettes of hopheads gathered on the floor almost in séance, strung-out prostitutes, the single mother and her crack-crazed pimp threatening that he's gonna cut her for good this time, the overworked nurse, dogs barking and scratching at fences wild-eyed at the sight of 288 pounds of meat in the form of Prez, as he and his gaunt, all leather and pomade partner would approach another door to sell their crank; the sun never seemed to set, instead it only grew brighter and brighter. Until it did, when years later Prez -- true to his greed -- expanded the op and started distributing state-wide to oil camps in the middle of the desert, which he had schemed with other bad guys while he worked on the rigs. Eventually, the newspapers would read that Preston Forni, 25, had been charged in connection with drug smuggling and was facing seven years in a cell that Jack earnestly contemplated if Prez would have a hard time fitting inside of. By the time Jack had reached San Pedro, it was nightfall. The El Camino had transformed from fiery temptress back into his late uncle's rusty old chariot as it chugged along noisily. The evening redness loomed over the glittering city, and the vast plains of white dust that surrounded it threatened to wash over and cleanse it of all its sins, returning it back to nothing. The Iron Tavern, that's where Prez said he would meet Jack. Prez had been out a couple of years now and as if by fate, the pair now found themselves in Los Santos. For Jack it was his uncle, a degenerate drunk not unlike Jack himself who was a lackey for the mob, what he didn't tell Jack until he arrived however was that he was actually working off forty-five grand worth of gambling debt to the same mobsters; for Preston, it was back to business. Jack pulled up outside the tavern and lit a cigarette, taking a moment to shake off the road. The place was another working class dive, somewhere Jack felt at home. He could hear the rabble inside: loud boisterous men and music and the sound of glass bottles being emptied into a bin. He smiled. He could faintly smell stale beer and he couldn't wait to fill his nostrils full of it, he was already up and out of the El Camino as he imagined the cold rim of the glass touching his lips, his hand resting on the green felt of the pool table and his shoulders relaxing into that old familiar feeling. Prez Forni was sat in the far booth, it wasn't hard for Jack to spot him. Noisily, they reunited and many drinks were had and spilled. They made new friends, did cocaine on the hood of Prez's new car which Jack stood in awe of and they talked about old times and new times to come. Morning approached and the pair walked half a block to soak up at a diner. Uncharacteristically, Prez didn't finish and instead prioritized business; he tells Jack he has hardware he's sitting on: guns, nineteen-elevens. Prez kept shtum about how he come by them, and Jack knew better than to ask. Nothing that can be traced, nothing that Jack needs to worry about, only that he sell them discreetly and give Prez his twenty-percent cut. Jack was in. For most guys, as far as the mob goes, it's the life: the game, the money, the skirt, for Jack it was different; he would devote his young pliable mind to just about anything that would get him another drink, another reason to get through the fucking day. He said to Prez "forget about it", that he needn't worry, because he was in.

_______________________________________________________________________________________ THE START Keyhole Solutions was born of a simple idea-to serve the people of Los Santos with reliable, quick, and innovative locksmith services. A small, home-based operation that started from the initiative of a few spirited people who felt that high-quality, customer-oriented security solutions needed to be offered to the public. With nothing more than a single van, a toolbox, and a vision, they set out to build a name for themselves in the bustling city. Overcoming Challenges Like any startup, the early days of Keyhole Solutions were fraught with challenges. Competition from established locksmith businesses, with limited resources and no wide recognition, made those first months a real test of character. "The founders used to leverage the only things in their control: brilliant service, arriving on time, and going the extra mile to ensure that customers are happy. Word of mouth quickly became their most powerful tool, as satisfied customers began recommending Keyhole Solutions to their friends, family, and neighbors. What started as a few jobs a week turned into a steady stream of calls, with clients drawn to their professionalism and friendly demeanor. Investing in Growth As the company gained momentum, the founders reinvested their earnings to grow the business. They upgraded their equipment, purchased a second van, and hired additional staff to meet increasing demand. Realizing the need for technology in modern security, they started to offer keyless entry systems and electronic lock installations. This allowed them to expand into other markets that included not just homeowners but also businesses. Looking Ahead Today, Keyhole Solutions is still in its infancy but is building a solid foundation. The team has remained true to its core values: reliability, quality, and customer satisfaction. A bright future certainly awaits this ambitious startup with its expansion into new neighborhoods and introduction of new cutting-edge security solutions. Keyhole Solutions is just beginning their story, but this tells a lot about the power of perseverance, innovation, and the will to serve the community. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Out of Character If you want to become part of the company, DM me on Discord/or open a ticket in our Discord Server. https://discord.gg/dTVc8GNdbN _______________________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________________

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