Charlotte Melfi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Oh, and typos? Fuckin galore—whore’s life ain’t polished, neither’s this. Whores’re raw, real—Zodiac’s obssess—obsession?—nah, truth. “I need to know who he is,” Graysmith’d say bout the killer. Me? I wanna know who they are—whores, legends, ghosts. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But they’re the pulse in the dark, mate—fuckin electric.

Big Girls Don't Cry

Did Tony Soprano ever hate Dr. Melfi? Why did he keep going back to her for treatment even though she knew about his mob life?

Then, the power goes out. Just like that. Boom! Darkness. I’m standin’ there, heart racing, thinkin’, “What the heck?!” The crowd goes wild. People are pullin’ out their phones, flashlights everywhere. It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, so I grab a bottle of grappa and start pourin’ shots in the dark. “Who wants to party?” I shout. Surprisingly, they all cheer.

Henry David Melfi Obituary - Staten Island, NY