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Redouane Bouziane was raised and born on the streets of Casablanca, Morocco. His boyhood was forged out between the rhythm of the medina and the shadowy specter of the street hustle. The world never gave him much, so he made do with what he had with the cards he held... quick mouth, silver tongue, and hard heart when it suited him. Redouane had moved at 16, his family along with him, to the Netherlands in search of a brighter life. But European streets, though, weren't actually all that different from what he was accustomed to... cleaner, quieter only. Soon enough, he ended up in the underground scene, taking part-time jobs for the local gangs before his name started ringing in the ears of the authorities. Before long, Redouane was completely enveloped in the life of the Mocro Maffia. With time, Redouane climbed ranks... fast. His record was impeccable: reliable, discreet, ruthless when the occasion demanded. When a high-risk braquage (heist) opportunity arose, he was chosen. The job was brazen, dangerous, and risky... just the sort of thing he enjoyed. And it paid off big. The gang got away with more than they could count. But while most were basking in the glory, Redouane was making plans to leave. He knew the heat would come. It always did. With a phony passport, and burner phone. Redouane vanished from the Dutch radar... straight into the smoky horizon of Los Santos. In Los Santos, it wasn't long before he met a face he knew. Achraf Lamari, a face familiar to the Moroccan underworld, now a high-ranking member of a rising DTO known as Conexion Casablanca. Their encounter was uneventful... but behind it, years of trust and dirt built on silence and survival. Redouane wasn't in need of being persuaded. Blood money and a new city to inherit, he entered into a completely new game.

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Tax Evasion and Financial Manipulation Tax evasion has long been a subtle but essential part of the Yakuza's financial operations, allowing them to maximize profits while maintaining a low profile. By laundering money through legitimate businesses and manipulating accounting records, they avoid millions in taxes, shielding their true income from the government. Operations are often disguised behind small businesses, restaurants, nightclubs, and construction companies—industries where cash flow is heavy and accounting can easily be manipulated. Shell companies and fake invoices are regularly used to fabricate expenses and reduce taxable income. Trusted accountants and legal advisors, sometimes working knowingly or under pressure, help maintain the illusion of legitimacy. In addition to underreporting earnings, many groups engage in fraudulent refund schemes and offshore banking, funneling illicit funds into accounts in foreign countries with lenient financial laws. This not only hides money but also creates complex trails that are difficult for investigators to untangle. Dominance in certain industries gives them leverage over other businesses too, often forcing small operators to comply with "under-the-table" deals to avoid scrutiny or even destruction. Control of local economies strengthens their grip on the region while keeping their true financial power hidden from the outside world. A well-known incident involved Yakuza-owned construction firms in Tokyo, where systematic underreporting of profits and fake subcontracting led to millions in unpaid taxes. Authorities later uncovered a network of ghost companies used to funnel money offshore, exposing just a fraction of the massive underground economy the organization had built over decades.

Redouane stands at 6’1” with a clean, athletic frame and a sharp, no-nonsense presence. His skin is olive-toned, with a smooth face and subtle street-hardened edges. A tight fade frames his black hair, cleanly styled, and his eyebrows are thick and expressive over focused brown eyes. He keeps it simple but sharp, always crisp, paired with Nike TNs or Air Max 95s. No tattoos. Just that quiet confidence of someone who's seen too much and says little.