Thought Vomit #77: ft. Pulp Fiction 8
Chapter Eight Vic Malone could feel the end in sight. Behind him, he was leaving behind a useless and probably corrupt NYPD. So much of what used to be home now stank of something rotten. The cops were in the pockets of the criminals who were in the pockets of the lawyers who were in … Continue reading Thought Vomit #77: ft. Pulp Fiction 8
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