Malvo made his way around the two tables inside of the living with an automatic shotgun slung over his shoulder, keeping a watchful eye on his workers as he sucked on a cherry Tootsie Roll pop. One long wooden table was surrounded by butt naked bitchez wearing hair caps, aprons and latex gloves. They were mixing and cutting the raw dope up with Fentanyl. At the other table there were women packaging the dope into square packets labeled Kryptonite. Kryptonite had the streets on fire. It was the heroine of choice for every dope fiend looking to get his or her fix. The product brought Malvo a lot of clientele and a lot of money.
“It’s kinda cool in here can you turn on the heater or something? s**t, you must won’t us to catch pneumonia out this bitch.” One of the half naked workers complaine
