Where do i begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy - the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
WHO I AN LOOKING FOR
I need someone to help plan heists, someone that would not be afraid to "get their hands dirty" so to speak. also someone that is good at cracking safes the old school way not with all this fancy schmancy techno crap. They should have forging skills and know how to spot a fake. expertise in underworld hierarchy. Just the same old boring everyday malarkey.