From the almost limitless number of suits in the permaculture wardrobe, you surgically select the ones that would appeal to a criminal for the purposes of their criminal activities. Then you insidiously slip other unexpected suits into their life that takes them in a direction they'd never guess.
If a drug dealer learned of my horticultural pursuits and asked me to help set up a hydroponics setup in their roof to grow marijuana, I'd say no. Instead I'd teach them to grow marijuana "in plain sight" in a food forest so dense a drug agent could walk through it and not know they were growing there.
Then I'd explain how growing their own food would free up more of their money for buying better drug making equipment. I'd teach them how to grow their own fruittrees, ferment the juice into wine, then ice distill that wine into bootleg brandy of the highest quality they'd ever seen, for almost no cost.
Then I'd step back and see if a life of crime was still as profitable, exciting, and fulfilling as what they were now doing. Maybe the yields from their jujubes in the food forest were now earning more money from their asian contacts than the actual marijuana plants.
Here. Have a potato. I grew it in my armpit. And from my other armpit, this tiny ad:
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