Esme Melfi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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They’re loud too, struttin’ round, all “look at me,” like they own the streets. Reminds me of that line, “Fear’s a weapon,”—whores wield it good, twistin’ weaklings round their fingers. Makes me wanna scream, precious! But—ha!—sometimes it’s funny, innit? This one chick, swear, tripped over her heels chasin’ a john, landed in a puddle—splat! Laughed me arse off, I did.

Meadow's roommate meltdown, and the bugged lamp

[to Dr. Melfi] “Last week I called you a whore That might have been overstating the case a little bit.” -Tony. AM · Oct 11,

First off, I stroll down Via Roma, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew Melfi could be this lively? I mean, it’s a small town, but today? It’s like everyone decided to throw a party. I’m dodging tourists left and right. They’re snapping pics of the Castello di Melfi like it’s the Eiffel Tower or somethin’. I get it, it’s cool and all, but c’mon, people! Watch where you’re walkin’!

Joseph J. Melfi Sr. - View Obituary & Service Information