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I can’t fear you Ciro Gargano believe me I know the wrath that sent the Fbi to my door to warn me of your victims and how I could save my children by wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi I am happy corruption helped to cover your mort keeping me from testifying on what I saw heard and know the fact you are here attempting to frame me for your arson mort of 9 threatening bullying intimidation I can’t fear you because I survived your car bomb stop threatening my life CIRO I feel sorry for you pay your bribes stop bullying me actually trying to send John Gotti jr the crews to bully me out of my American poetry how twisted giant mobsters trying to extort my poetry for Peters mort bed hits gone bad with Frank Cali the twisted balance Gambino threatening a disabled grandmother because you mort 9 persons just to extort a tailor shop silk wool  fabric coats silk suits ties shoes hats fedoras to sell Gotti fine attire when he finally take over after killing Paul big paul at starks steak house and it all comes down to Peter mort bed hit on my life to extort my American poetry to cover your arson murders of 9 really come on thank god we got Cefalu controller of this thing I must admit it was a great plan burn the tailor shop investment with John Gotti as a silent partner John and Joan Bailey to ensure junior and Victoria gain from the proceeds garment district north Chicago Illinois right outside Chicago and Milwaukee mafia no one expected Sammy the Bull to bring down John Gotti right after your conviction on weapons drugs arson Daley Christmas Day this sent the gambino crime family into ruins from bake ziti to Mexican tacos Gloria the Gloria it all fell apart at starks steak house the contents of the tailor shop relocated to north Chicago cab company until the next fire to destroy the contents of the tailor shop once and for all and here you are bullying me sending gang leaders gunmen to end my life the finale a car bomb crushing my face skull injuring my brain while your crews embezzled the traumatic brain injury claim on my behalf to payoff corruption attempting to frame me for your arson Daley of 9 arsons the Fbi warned me that you and both my abusive ex husbands last seen with you torching buildings helpless people while the Fbi used my unborn children to cover your crimes yes I kelp my mouth shut to protect my children it was also in the best interest of the bureau how long would I have to wear wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from your dealers your corrupt city officials signing my own Mort certificate knowing full well you’re the one exposing me to violent criminals exposing me to die in order to cover those Daley special agent Alan King the torment of special agent Leroy Heimbach seated with my children while special agent Paula Brand installed the wires on my womb getting your prison time cut in half only on the weapons and drugs charges leaving arson mort on the table Fbi hands in their pocket’s scratching their heads knowing full well you and my abusive ex husbands mort those 9 people and no amount of my wearing wires undercover could ever erase it that’s why Peter decided after the car bomb to use this imposter Jamaican terrorist jay Townsend Johnson Henry my stalker identity thief to impersonate me collect annuities payments on a structure settlement by extorting insurance monies on behalf of my traumatic brain injury from a car bomb take the person injury claim to payoff corruption to cover the arson mort leaving the fbi in shambles because they know you and my abusive ex husbands both with nothing to lose working for you odd jobs errands setting blazes during and after elections swooning city officials the promise early release for hundreds of violent offenders in Wisconsin switching judges falsifying evidence attempting trying to extort my American poetry as a cherry on top one big score for hitmen big score of embezzlement entrapment extortion bullying identity fraud insurance fraud mort my mort over and over again because of that faithful freezing Christmas Eve 1984 you carried out the ultimate murder finally returning to destroy the contents of the tailor shop after you emerged from prison loyalty was Tony boloney Cab driver from Arlington Heights kelp those garments stashed all those years until he retired with illness 1995 North Chicago cab company Kaplan clothes loyalty dissolved march 1998 when you arrived the sit down with my abusive ex husband over a paper tag on a Chrysler your intense black mailing him over 311 dollars car payment for a paper tag on his lunch break Emco chemical company at 3am suppling chemicals to finally burn down all your abandoned shops business’s to stop the building commission code enforcement from selling your properties for Gene the fire chief your business partner god rest his corrupt soul backdraft cover up of arson mort over slum properties to be used by quote unquote African Americans in North Chicago just like the fbi said you get African Americans to commit crimes with you then you rat them out later split all monies with corrupt city officials who cover your bodies and frame the witness mort  the homeless man Emco chemicals you pounced breaking into my home reading my diary my mental health journal about those arson mort this unleashed a twisted plot to frame me impersonate me finally mort me do you understand that i was mort by you Ciro for witnessing your wrath my abusive ex husbands wrath both working for you both killed with you 9 people perished I was Daley and lived only by gods grace today I see threats on license plates U9 just like Franky boy cali license plate terrorist threats no Ciro you killed 9 people helpless homeless sick people i am not surprised you ignited a car bomb in my face under Milwaukee mafia signatures Frank the bomber Balistieri I do not care who you bed or wed car bombs hurt you got that mister back off I am America God bless the USA
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