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When was the last time you talked more than two sentences to a woman?” Remo swung his legs off the table and got up then pointed at the stripper. “I want to fuck. Get your ass into the changing room. I’ll be there in two minutes. You better be naked.” The woman nodded and hurried backstage. Remo raised one dark eyebrow. “See? Four sentences.” I sighed and rose to my feet. “That wasn’t talking, that was commanding. A monologue, at best. For it to be an actual conversation, she has to say something in return.”
“Don’t let any of those fuckers put you down because your father was a traitor. Don’t let them put you down for any other shit either. You are a Falcone now. If one of them doesn’t show respect, tell me or Nino and we’ll handle them.”
This caveman, I hate, but when he starts yappin’ like this, I become incoherent — that’s a hot cheerleader! Go Remo! 😒🥴😫