You are looking at the most prolific heroin dealer in history, Suleyman Ergun aka the NOrth London Turk. This nigga made soo many moves, so many really illegal moves. This is his two cents on how he would get heroin in two jail, after he got pinned, and how he ran the cops.
Honestly you gotta read the whole story to take this guy in.. he made moves from Istanbul to Paris to London.. thats a movement.. haha.. soo check the article here: VICE MAG.
How did you get your heroin in jail?
Before I got nicked, I had five kilos of pure heroin straight from Turkey buried along with two Berettas, an Uzi, and four shotguns at St. Pancras graveyard in North London. Every week I’d phone a girl up and use the word “brandy,” which was code for brown—heroin—and she would go and get it. She dug up the stash and shaved off some, and then it was given to a second girl who had a boyfriend in my prison. It was wrapped in a condom and nylon sheeting, shaped up proper like a dildo. She stuck it up her cunt. On the visit, they’d snuggle up close, and her boyfriend would put his hand slyly down her knickers, get it, and then stick it up his arse. Back in my cell, he’d get 60 grams and I’d get 60 grams.
How many bent screws did you know?
About six all over. They approached me because I was rich. I never ate prison food. They brought me in Marks and Spencer salads. In one prison the screw brought me in four ounces of weed, half a carrier bag full of phone cards, half a bag of tobacco, a TV, a phone, and two bottles of brandy, every week, for £500 a week, plus the bill for the food. He’d wink and say: “Your box is under your bed.” Then I’d pay another inmate to look after it. If you don’t have money, you have nothing.
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