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So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

How do i do I get a prostitute?

This is an engrossing, dramatic take on the justice system which has you hanging on every thrust and parry.

But then, as I was devouring my burger, I noticed this old lady staring at me. I mean, I get it, I was a mess. Ketchup everywhere. But she looked like she was judging me. I just smiled and said, “Hey, it’s called living life!” She cracked a smile, and I felt like I won a small victory.

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