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This thread follows the development of Fernando Woolley, a dedicated member of Warlocks Motorcycle Club as he navigates the challenges, bonds, and stories that shape his life on the road.

Kairo Studio - Furniture Showroom

pleasure meeting

guys u need some1 furnishing ur shit very bland interiors they hurt the screenshots keep it up,. heh.

Street Pharmacies I Street Pharmacies II

Philip Arditi is on my payroll guys.

Deal nearly gone bad...

Politics in the hood // Small talk Myface Drama // Tramp Diss Issues ABZ pulls up to the section // Socked Out

Darius Cook was making waves... both in the rap game and the streets. His name was starting to ring out, tracks getting plays, money moving through his hands. The drug game had given him a foothold, but it wasn't enough. There was something else pulling at him... something darker, more dangerous. The gun business. That’s where the real power was. Not just the money but.... the influence... The fear... The respect. Quietly, he started laying the groundwork. Building connects, earning trust, watching who moved what and where. He learned the trade like he learned everything else... step by step, chess not checkers. Darius Cook was on the come up, but he wasn’t reckless. Every move was calculated, every risk measured. The rap game gave him fame, the drug game gave him cash... but the gun business? That was legacy money. He didn’t care about squeezing a trigger. That was for crash dummies. What he cared about was moving weight, no matter the form. Coke, pills, or steel... it was all supply and demand. And in his city, demand never slept.