[This has evidently been scrawled by a child, and was probably dictated.]
Dun Souk, um, wants buddies for a big, uh, job-thingy.
Shh, don't tell nobody, and don't care 'bout what the 4th thinks.
Lotsa money for you! Call Dun Souk for deets. Leave your knife stabbed in this here paper if you wanna know more.
Bye!
[A child's rendition of a Stonefolk with crooked teeth is at the bottom]