Layla Melfi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me—can’t get fooled again, right? Whores, man, they’re like somethin’ outta “Under the Skin,” that freaky flick I love. That alien chick, scarin’ folks, lurin’ ‘em in—whores do that too, don’t they? Suck you in with a wink, then bam—wallet’s gone!

Meadow's roommate meltdown, and the bugged lamp

Melfi. Svetlana holds her own with Tony in a way that we have rarely seen in the four years of The Sopranos. Tony fashions himself a.

Power comes back on, and the place erupts. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I see a couple arguing in the corner. It’s awkward, man. They’re throwin’ insults like it’s a sport. I’m just tryin’ to serve drinks and not get involved. But then, the guy throws a napkin at the girl. I’m like, “Dude, really? Napkin fights? We’re not in kindergarten!”

Melfi will seek fourth term as Hunterdon county clerk