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Mysha "Chicka" Basundhara’s Background Mysha Basundhara — known on the streets as Chicka — was born on August 10, 2000, in the heart of Las Venturas. Her father, Salvatore Ferrari, served for years as a state trooper, while her mother practiced medicine. Raised between discipline and compassion, Chicka learned early how brutal the world could be. Her father’s words still echo in her mind: "Trust no one too easy, survive first, cry later." She grew up tough, proud, and stubborn. Mysha chased her dreams of justice, graduating from Las Venturas International University with a law degree and later earning an LLM. At 20, she entered the Los Santos District Attorney’s Office — young, passionate, and ready to change the world. But the world wasn’t interested in changing. Corruption, racism, backstabbing — Chicka saw it all. And when her father died, it shattered the last piece of her old life. Returning to Las Venturas for his funeral, she saw the man who raised her turned to nothing but memory and dust. Her mother refused to leave their home, leaving Chicka truly alone in Los Santos. Bills stacked up. Dreams crumbled. Survival became her only mission. By 22, Chicka traded courtrooms for the cold neon lights of TG Stages, a strip club hiding dirty business behind clean smiles. She started dancing to stay afloat — but Chicka was never just another girl on stage. She learned to read people, learned where real money flowed, and earned her way up to managing the club. Now, at 24, Chicka wears her street crown with pride. Behind the scenes at TG Stages, she quietly moves product, launders cash, and handles the kind of problems polite society pretends don't exist. Trust is rare. Loyalty is priceless. Survival? Non-negotiable. Appearance & Personality - Chicka is always ready for the street. She rocks grey khakis, a sports bra, a bold red scarf slung around her neck, and stylish blue square glasses that hide a watchful, calculating gaze. Her look is raw, confident, and street-tough — just like her.Chicka made her name not just with her fast talk and street smarts, but with her unshakable loyalty and strict code. It didn’t take long for Ronald Coke, the sharp-eyed owner of TG Stages, to notice her. He saw more than just a pretty face — he saw a woman who could handle pressure, manage the chaos, and still bring the money in. Trust isn’t given easily in the streets, but Ronald placed his trust in Chicka, handing her the responsibility of managing the club. Now, she runs TG Stages with an iron grip wrapped in velvet — kind to those who deserve it, ruthless to those who cross the line. To her, the club isn’t just a business; it’s the foundation of the family she's building, one loyal soul at a time.
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PANIC, former 38th Street gang member turned lone wolf. Or so it’s thought. Panic’s dancing with the devil every single day, risking his life by merely walking out of his residence. He’s hunted by his own gang, along with his gang’s enemies for being a well known affiliated member. On top of all that, he’s got several court dates facing consequences for impregnating nearly every woman he’s been with. LA women’s dream man. Baby daddy with felonies and no job. Why’s he hunted by his own gang? They had a falling out. Panic was set, an OG in his neighbourhood with a section under his grip. The Nite Owls were known as the steppers of 38ST, holding the most bodies out of all the cliques under the 38ST umbrella. How did Panic go from a well respected member of the gang to a green-lit paisano? He fought with another equal in his neighbourhood, it wasn’t something out of the ordinary since 38ST is known to get into drama with their own on a regular basis, however this occurrence was an exception. You see, Panic Leguziano was assaulted by Dopey Iniguez over Raskal Rojas’ feud with him. Panic took Raskal’s side and never saw Dopey in a positive light since. One thing led to another, and Dopey snuck Panic in front of the whole neighbourhood, making him look like a bitch. A lot of contemplations fueled by anger, cocaine & embarassment led to Panic’s decision to nearly shoot Dopey Iniguez, but instead he chose to walk up & beat his ass in front of everyone. Dopey was on edge because he knows Panic really is with the shits, so he kept a 12 gauge shotgun in his grip while awaiting the inevitable return of Panic Leguziano. Panic pulled up, with a loaded AR-15 on his lap, contemplating whether or not to take Dopey’s life in a fit of rage, but what he did was even worse in his own eyes. He got out, slapped the shotgun out of Dopey’s hands and started beating him up in front of everybody. AND HE LOST AGAIN. This upset him, so he went crazy crashing out, threatening the big homies & all of the above. Which was bad enough to earn him a greenlight. Panic was by all means the ideal gangster, he brought in a hefty sum of money biweekly and made sure the big homies got their share. However, money isn’t everything and respect goes a long way in the streets. Disrespect goes a long way too, and the life of somebody who lacks it is not a long one. After his own feelings got him into deep shit, he skipped the country for several years. He was in Nayarit, Mexico 🇲🇽 with his uncle who is a CJNG veteran. Time has passed, Panic skipped town again and got back into the city. Utilising what he learned from the cartel’s guerrilla tactics he’s ready to do whatever it takes to defend himself. His heart belongs in Los Santos, and that’s likely where it’s gonna stop beating too.
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“You don’t survive where I come from. You become the storm.” Los Santos thinks it knows Taha Bolton. It doesn’t. Born into the state system, parents gone before he could remember their names, Taha was saved from orphanage anonymity by John Bolton, a man as brutal as his reputation. John wasn’t a father. He was a warlord in leather: president of the Death Angels MC, cartel courier, bar-fight architect. In their cramped bungalow, the twin anthems were the clang of wrenches and the crack of knuckles. Taha learned fast: in this world, family meant loyalty. And loyalty cost blood. By sixteen he was more than a kid with grease under his nails. He was the club’s shadow, watching deals, standing guard, carrying messages. At eighteen, during a birthday thrown in his honor at the MC’s crimson-lit bar, the FBI stormed in. They cuffed John for double homicide. They tore the club to shreds. And they left Taha with two choices: fold or lead. He chose to lead. In the chaos that followed, Taha claimed the gavel. He patched the wounds of distrust, rallied the brothers, and resumed business the only way he knew: fast, cold, unflinching. But power breeds envy. When Grizzly John’s oldest friend, stole the safe and fled, Taha tracked him to a desert ghost town, met betrayal with vengeance, and left nothing but a corpse and a warning for anyone who dared cross him. Cartels noticed. The whispers of his ruthlessness drew Ernesto, MS13’s West Coast envoy, into his orbit. Money-laundering, muscle work, shadow jobs under neon skies, Taha played the game, walking the knife’s edge between empire and extinction. The heat grew unbearable. Feds on one side, cartels circling tighter on the other. So with Mia the only soul who ever pierced his armor he vanished. No patches, no trace, just rumors of a ghost in the wind. Now… He’s back. No MC. No alliances. No mercy. Los Santos owes him blood, and he’s ready to collect. “I didn’t ask for this life. But I earned it.”
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Hassan Ganem & Malek Mazouzzi (CONNECTIONS TO MOCRO MAFFI) circa 2020
