Lucy Willows Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, maybe I’ll stop. This one chick, red hair, smirks at me. Kinda hot, kinda sad—fuckin’ duality, man. “What’s your role tonight, doll?” I’m wonderin’. Reminds me of that scene, Oscar’s beggin’ on the bridge. She’s playin’ her part, I’m playin’ mine. Happy? Nah, but it’s a thrill, like scorin’ a deal. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she ain’t no Carmela, but who is?

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Tara doesn't recognize what Willow did as rape (nor does the show); she's upset that Willow violated her mind. She gets over it rather quickly.

Ugh, remember that drive near the old mill? I always say, "This is not my fault!" when I get lost there—lol, so annoying but also kinda mystic. The mill on Quarry Road has this vintage charm, just like a scene from a movie. I literally cry when I pass by sometimes. Crazy, right?

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