JOHN EDWARD KRUGER | AUTHOR | TRUE CRIME
BAGMAN OF THE BROTHEL
THE TRUE STORY OF A CAREER CRIMINAL
Tell no-one anything.
Don't ask questions.
Be invisible.
This was the mantra of mafia associate John Kruger.
Born into a family of criminals, John Kruger began his life of crime while still in primary school. Bagman of the Brothel follows his tumultuous upbringing in western Sydney and into adulthood, where he found himself employed by a mafia organisation during the 1980s.
Set against a background of police corruption, seedy characters, and violence, John’s memoir provides an eye-opening insight into the life of a career criminal. Told with unflinching honesty, this unique Australian story will leave you wondering: can a bad man be good?
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ENDORSEMENT
As a professional fighter and movie actor, I have travelled to hundreds of countries and have had the chance to meet all kinds of people; people that risk everything in their life to make a living. This book took me to see a whole different world,
the world of a “career criminal”.
Bob “The Beast“ Sapp
Excerpt From The Book
My only choice was to leap down the stairs to meet him for hand to hand combat. This bastard was as fast as a snake. He grabbed my right arm, twisted it and threw me over his shoulder. My back crashed into the bottom of the wall in the brothel’s foyer area.
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This gave me all the information I needed. This guy knew martial arts. He could have got me if he was sober. But now I had to really consider my game plan. Weirdly, I took note of the grubby floral wallpaper that I had never noticed just before I jumped up.
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He then gave a karate chop to my neck which was strategically placed. It landed with considerable force just behind my ear on a pressure point. Being adaptive I again went for another game plan. I wasn’t planning on coming second. I pretended that I was unconscious. I mean, it is a popular and successful strategy in the wild, and this was getting pretty wild.
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If he had a brain, he would have realised that he was actually in a shit ton of trouble. Smart men know that you don’t misbehave in front of ladies, and especially ones that work in brothels. It doesn’t take an Einstein to work out that most brothels are owned by powerful people. What he should have done was see that door and run right out of it.
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Of course, this idiot chose the opposite. He stumbled towards me to create my demise. I wasn’t planning on coming second. The moment I smelled his rancid breath and he was looming over me, I knew I was back in control.
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Before he could lean down, I gave the most colossal kick to the testicles that I could muster from that angle. He went down like a sack of shit but I couldn’t determine for how long. This guy’s resilience, so far, had been almost supernatural.
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I wasn’t playing anymore. I jumped up as quickly as possible and now it was me standing over him. His face seemed winced with pain, but I felt that wasn’t enough. I picked up my right foot and booted him in the face.
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I should add, just in case you don’t know, you can’t really kill someone by kicking them in the head once. But I need you to know that I was trying to kill him. I wanted him completely deactivated.
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I had attained success finally. His nose was wiped across his face. Blood had splattered everywhere and there were at least four teeth on the hall runner. I believe there was a good chance I shattered his jaw.
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Generally, in the world of organised crime we don’t talk about the actual damage we do to humans. We just talk about weeks in hospital.
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A conversation may go something like this: ‘I sent a message to John Doe. I gave him about 2 weeks in hospital.’
