Slumps on — 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑿's back with a cigarette in her mouth. "Helluva day, innit?"

"No jewels we can nab? I swear, we might actually die this week without a single job..." "I'm turning the A/C on. Way too hot."

Gun cocked behind @EasternOaths. "That you, Betsy? Lot slimmer since Los Angeles."

"Make better food then!"

Definitely don't want that, luv!

"Most wonderful time of the year, they say. Big payouts for us."

Don't worry about that tosser.

// This account finally makes sense!