Note sull'episodio
She didn’t live with seven girls. She lived with seven men—armed, paranoid, and surrounded by white powder. In 1978, a police raid on a cramped flat found a 20-year-old who looked like a hostage: porcelain skin, a smudge beneath her nose, eyes gone distant. The men called her nothing. Said she was just a runner. But the ledgers disagreed. Every list of payouts and codes tagged her the same way: Queen.
She never carried a weapon. She didn’t need one. She knew every shipment, every payoff, every name. Silence was her blade; loyalty her chain. When one man tried to leave, they found him foaming in a bathtub, an apple bitten clean through in his hand. Du ...
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