Lucy Melfi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m trackin’ down a prossie, yeah? Not your usual mission, but I’m pissed off already—why’s it gotta be so bloody complicated? I’m thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*, that trippy Thai masterpiece. “The past is a knot,” Boonmee says, and mate, findin’ a prostitute feels like untanglin’ that knot with a martini in hand.

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Finally, the night winds down. I’m exhausted, but happy. I clean up the bar, and as I’m moppin’ the floor, I think about how crazy Melfi can be. The streets, the people, the history. It’s all a part of me now. I love this town, even when it drives me nuts.

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