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[loud metallic clanging]

[footsteps clomping]

[loud banging]

[clanging continues]

Raj Dar!

[voice echoing]

[speaking Hindi]

-[screams] -[bars creaking]

[debris clattering]

[? Bollywood action music playing]

[whistles]

[doors banging]

[? "Boom Boom" by Photronique playing]

[yelling]

-[grunting] -[baton thuds]

[groaning]

-[grunts] -[kick thuds]

[groaning]

[yelling]

[all thudding]

??

[yelling]

[both grunting]

-[punch thuds] -[groans]

Ah!

[both grunting]

[growling]

Et tu, Mir?

[panting wildly]

No!

[? funky upbeat music playing]

[gunshots]

[bullet shells clinking]

[wet wiping]

Okay, okay, okay. It was barely a betrayal.

The second one was a dream.

Like a Bollywood dream. That doesn't even count!

Dreams are just the future in flashbacks.

Okay, look, you're my priority. I'm not gonna let you go to jail--

-[cell phone ringing] -[Raj] I'm your priority?

Ha! That's rich.

[phone continues ringing]

-Reza! What's up, buddy? -[Raj sighs]

How are-- You need the down payment. Today?

There's a lunch?

With other board members?

Hey, buddy, I gotta go. I'll call you back.

See? I'm all in.

I'll believe it when I see it. Dude, my trial is in less than two weeks.

I'm gonna go to jail, Mir.

-Tick tock, dude. -Okay, okay, I got it.

Alright, all we have to do is find out who really killed Ahmad,

and then you'll be good.

Right? We just gotta keep searching.

Oh, do you still have that Kill Ahmad map?

You know, like your, your murder vision board?

Do I still have it?

Yeah, like the one with the yarn.

It's on the dining table.

Oh. Wow.

Oh, my God.

I'm actually pretty impressed.

We have some, oh, violent free verse poetry.

Yeah, they call me the Rumi of Vengeance.

[sighs] I bet they do.

What'd you find in Ahmad's work locker?

What the fuck is a work locker?

-Oh! -Oh, God.

-Ugh! -What is that smell?

Alright. Some male-pattern baldness shit he's clearly never used.

Oh, a surprising amount of Viagra.

Um... Oh, what's this?

Alright.

-Oh. -Bunch of photos of him and Ali?

-[Mir] Eagles game. -[Raj] Eagles game.

Just the two of them?

[Raj] Gatsby-themed party.

-Historic tour of the Titanic? -Titanic?

Do you think they were banging?

Oh! You know what?

Zubair told me that Ahmad and Ali are tight.

God, drugs have really fried your brain.

We gotta go! See what Ali knows.

Why don't we just call him?

Right? [chuckles] Of course.

Like all great detectives.

Matlock would call ahead of time and be like, "Hey, just checking in.

I'm gonna interrogate you."

-You don't watch Matlock. -Yes, I do.

I watch everything Kathy Bates does.

She's a national treasure.

Okay, whatever. Call Lucky and let her know.

I don't need to call mommy every time I have a problem.

I'm a grown-ass man.

What is wrong with you today?

I've called her five times, and she sent me to voicemail.

-[phone buzzing] -[Max] Thanks for coming here with me.

This really helps me when I'm in a funk.

Oh. I'm excited. I've never really done acupuncture.

You think it's gonna help with the shooting pain I have when I do this?

-Okay, but, Lucky, here's the thing. -Ow. Ow.

This isn't really my acupuncturist.

This is couples therapy.

Therapy? I'm out.

No, wait. Just--

-Just stay. Just try it out. -I'd rather be stabbed.

[Max] I want this to work.

This is gonna help us be really honest

-with each other. -Ugh.

Just don't say who we are, what we do, or who we work with.

Hi, I'm Dr. Allana Iverson.

No relation. That I know of.

Or he'll admit to.

[? intense music playing]

[softly] Please, Lucky.

[? intense music continues]

You will never fix me.

Okay, Lucky Auntie's not calling me back.

But you know what? We got this. We'll be fine.

We can be, you know, like a duo.

Like, like, Utley and Rollins or Saquon Barkley and--

The Fuck Me Felon. Check it out, 400K.

I think the Fuck Me Felon should post with those balloons that say "400K" on 'em.

You know, those shiny ones?

Why are you talking in the third person?

You think I should get an agent?

I think it'll really help me get a book deal in prison.

You are not gonna go to prison!

Okay, just follow my lead. Hit the doorbell.

-Come on. -[doorbell rings]

Mir! Raj! Uh, Chiefs. Uh, w-w-what's going on?

Ali! How are you?

We're just doing a bit of a quarterly check-in.

-Do you mind if I step in? -Uh, maybe not right now.

My wife is cooking,

and she really doesn't like surprise guests.

No way!

[both chuckling]

The Fuck Me Felon at my door?

Oh, my God.

You are even more gorgeous in person. [giggles]

My fairy smut book club is gonna die over this.

Please, uh, come in! Have some chai!

Ali, move.

I'm definitely getting an agent.

-Hi. -Hi.

-How are you? -Hi, Fuck Me Felon. Welcome.

-Hello. -Hello.

Close the door. [chuckles]

[Aisha clears throat]

Ah. Should have worn better socks.

That's why I keep mine white and tight like your Fruit of the Looms.

I stopped wearing those.

[? curious music playing]

-[staffers chattering] -[office phones ringing]

Raj Dar is mocking me.

You shouldn't have liked his post?

The election is two weeks away, and we haven't collared my nemesis-sees.

[exhales sharply] This is panic mode, Carl!

Got it. Fuck!

Yeah. That's the energy I'm looking for.

We need to use the arrest warrant we have for the Sugar Palace.

It's time to tighten the screws on Lucky's boy toy.

You think that's the best route?

He's the weakest link, you flippin' Jolly Rancher.

[voice muffled] He launders money for every cool kid in Philly,

-including the Dars. -[staffer] Hi, Dino!

So if we get him for money laundering,

he'll turn on those Jawnie-dealing sons-of-fishes.

Haven't you seen The Departed?

It's in my queue.

It's Blake Lively's finest work.

We can get into the casino by tomorrow.

No, we need it now, Carl.

Today. Panic mode.

-Yeah. -And we need hard evidence this time.

It's too risky to pull a frame job like the one I did on Joey Tomatoes.

[? tense percussive music playing]

I told you about that, right?

Many, many times, sir.

You planted the murder weapon

-in the glove compartment. -In the glove box.

-Then you contacted a cop... -I called the cops.

...who then did a routine traffic stop and then found...

-Oh, there's a gun! -[Carl] ...the planted murder weapon.

[door banging]

[chuckles]

It's chive o'clock.

Um, because you ordered extra chives.

You know I'm intermittent fasting.

I would fire you,

but I have something very important for you to do.

[? suspenseful music playing]

I need you...

to return these clothes to J.Crew.

And don't let those fuckers stick me with a store credit this time.

Yes, sir.

-[staffers chattering] -[office phones ringing]

[Matthew grunting]

[straining] Okay.

-Please move slower. -I'm sorry.

I'll bring some snacks.

Thank you.

You guys want some chai?

-Uh, yeah. Thanks. -I'm good.

Alright.

[Raj slurping]

Look, Ali, you've been a very valuable asset at DarCo,

and we really want to--

You were best friends with that piece of shit, Ahmad.

We weren't that close.

Then why was he at your nine-year anniversary

one month before he was killed?

A Gatsby-themed party for a ninth anniversary is very weird.

Fine. He was an asshole, but he was my asshole.

That doesn't excuse what he did to your dad,

but maybe he got what he deserved.

We need to find Ahmad's real killer.

[coughs]

Why would I know anything about that shit?

Shit!

This chai's too sweet.

[? percussive music playing]

He's lying.

Yeah. This chai is perfect.

What brought you two here?

He tricked me.

Told me you were an acupuncturist.

I think she has a co-dependent relationship

with her two surrogate sons.

-Ow! -Ahh!

-Stop it! -You don't clean up shit!

[both] Ah!

It's giving me the ick.

The ick?

[Max] You baby them.

"Raj, I'm so sorry you got arrested for murder.

I wish I could help you."

Murder?

It's, um, uh, symbolic.

Not a murder-murder, but just a murder.

A light... murdering.

Now, I need to remind you that if there is a serious threat to someone's life,

I will need to report this, Gerald.

[in nasal voice] Gerald?

[chuckles awkwardly] It's a nickname.

Enough of this shit.

Here's what's gonna happen.

-[gasps] -We're gonna talk freely,

and you are not going to repeat shit. 'Kay?

Alright. No, this is fine.

Can we just do this another time? Hmm?

We'll have you guys over... [stammering]

Just-just not-not right now. Not right now.

Dude, we need to find out who killed Ahmad 'cause I didn't do it.

Of course you didn't.

[Mir] Look, we would love to go, honestly, but we can't,

you know, because we haven't had any mithai yet.

-Right. -Everyone knows

my wife's sweets are mid at best.

[Aisha] [scoffs] Mid?

That's rich coming from a solid four.

Ooh.

Sit down.

Yes, ma'am.

Can I please talk to you in the kitchen, again?

-Yeah, sure. Whatever. I'll be back. -[Raj] Alright.

-I'll be waiting. -Okay. [giggles]

'Kay. [chuckles]

Ali's acting insanely weird.

Okay. Rushing us out?

Accepting my "no" about the chai? That's insane.

Everyone knows there's a back and forth, okay?

I say, "No." He says, "I have to."

I say, "No." He says, "Please, please. It'll bring shame to my family. "

I say, "No, I can't do whole milk."

He says, "No, it's-- Please, it's no takalluf."

And then I'm drinking 16 cups of chai.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

-Ali's lying about Ahmad. -Aisha wants to fuck me.

-What? -What did you say?

What were you talking about?

Something is going on, okay?

We can't prove it.

Yes, we can.

Look, A-S-S.

Ahmad Sadiq Saeed.

-Holy shit. -Yeah.

Those are Ahmad's chappals, not Ali's.

What do you think this means?

[whispering] Ali killed Ahmad.

[? dramatic music playing]

[? tense music playing]

Hello. I have a warrant.

What the fuck, man?

Leave no stone unturned, boys.

We need names and numbers.

[records clattering]

[fabric ripping]

[hinges squeaking]

Is that a Herman Miller with advanced lumbar support?

I've always wanted one of those. We should take it for evidence.

[items crashing]

Well, gosh darn it, Pam, now there's dice on the floor.

Hey, boss, you better get down to the office right now.

You know, my mom told me not to marry a Punjabi. I should have listened.

Well, my mom told me not to marry a Sindhi, so suck on that.

My mom's racist, too.

This isn't a racist mom's competition. But mine's better at it anyway.

Oh, yeah? Because she's a little bitch, just like you!

[speaking Urdu]

-[screams] -[plate shatters]

I'm going outside before my hemorrhoid flares up.

-Gross. -Ew.

You really think Ali killed Ahmad?

Yes. Like, 100%.

[sighs] What do we do?

I don't know, man. We gotta find, like, a murder weapon

or, I don't know, a list of debts Ahmad owed.

Or, like, a, a laptop with sensitive information?

I don't know, man! I'm just spitballing.

-Fuck. -[Mir sighs]

We just need more time to search around and find something we can use.

Okay. I'm gonna keep looking.

You distract her with your hot bod that people like.

How many people like it?

Four hundred thousand.

You're fucking right. I'm the Fuck Me Felon.

Raj and Mir, they're idiots.

Only I can say that!

You know, why don't we just end it right here, okay?

This is why I don't mix business and pleasure.

I don't either, but you beguiled me.

-Ah! -I put on a motorcycle jacket

that I did not want to wear,

and I knew it was gonna make me look insane.

Talk about the ick.

I paid a million dollars

to bail Raj out for murder.

-There you go. -That's where I wanted to be.

Paying a million dollars.

Sorry, I don't have the luxury of hiding them away

-like you do with your daughter, okay? -[Max] It's not a luxury. Mm.

It's their cocaine empire.

I'm gonna have to advise them.

Oh, my God.

[Dr. Iverson whimpers]

-[book thuds] -[grunts]

[gun cocking]

I am so sorry. Please don't kill me.

I'm not gonna kill you. We need help.

Okay.

[grunting]

Thanks for coming back, Dr. Iverson.

I feel like we were

-really getting somewhere. -[Lucky] Yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

I-I think I'm just gonna take a benzo, if that's okay.

-Whatever you need. -Of course. Yeah, yeah.

-Feel free. -I'm probably gonna need three.

[pills rattling]

[chomping]

Okay. Where were we?

Right. Cocaine empire and murder.

[Lucky] Mm.

[grunts]

[drawer rattles]

[panting]

Ooh. Artisanal Rooh Afza. I love this shit.

[cell phone ringing]

[gasps]

Hey, Reza. How are you, dude?

Listen, can we push that lunch, like, later?

We can do it like Barcelona-style, okay? I promise I'll bring the deposit.

[Reza] [on phone] Let me stop you there.

-[FaceTime ringing] -Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Listen, I, I can't do a FaceTime right now, okay?

But our top board member, Meredith, wants to talk to you.

-Say hi. -Oh. Hi, Meredith!

You look stunning.

He didn't tell me how beautiful your hair was.

Oh, you're sweet.

Now, are you bringing the down payment to lunch?

Or do I have to eat all of this lobster salad without you?

[chuckles] You siren, you.

-[door slamming] -I'm gonna...

-Mir? Mir! -[approaching footsteps]

You still there?

Oh. Um, sorry, there was, like, an earthquake.

-Fracking. You know what I mean? -[call disconnects]

How was I supposed to know those two idiots were gonna show up?

I'll get rid of them for good.

Yes, I'll do it now.

[? tense percussive music playing]

Oh.

-You're so kind. -Ah.

Not many people offer to help around here.

Well, you shouldn't have to clean up that mess alone.

-[? romantic music playing] -Yeah.

Um... [exhales sharply]

[speaking loudly] ...nice helping you out.

We should probably go find your husband.

Uh, sometimes it's lonelier to be with someone

than to be alone.

You know?

[chuckles nervously] Uh...

Uh, sh-should we take some pics?

[squeals] Yes!

[sighs]

Come on, Mir.

Just wait for my signal. I'll let you know when it's done, alright?

Shit.

Ali! Where's the camera?

Wh-What camera? Why do you need a camera?

I'm gonna take pics with Raj.

Samia from book club thinks she's hot shit

'cause she has a selfie with Jay Shetty. [sputters]

I have the Fuck Me Felon in my house, ho.

[Ali] Oh, yeah. [stammers] Yeah. Okay.

Uh, DSLR is probably in here--

Who needs a DSLR?

Let's go take photos outside with our camera phones,

'cause we all have 'em!

And look at the natural light outside. It's so beautiful. Come on.

I'll take my clothes off for you guys.

-Oh, uh, I'm gonna go change my bra. -Great. Yeah.

-Ali, you should come too, man. -Yeah?

Take the photo. You know, you, you can put oil on my body.

It'll be great.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

But why do you want to be so protective of these baby boys

that didn't even come out of your hoo-ha?

Their father... pulled me out of a-a-a life of darkness

and-and-and gave me a life. You know?

You got this.

[? solemn music playing]

[voice breaking] And so I vowed to, um...

always, you know, return the favor

and protect and care for his sons no matter what.

You know, I-I was the one...

who told them that their mother died as kids,

and, and that was heartbreaking.

-And now that their Baba's gone... -[sighs]

...I can't abandon them.

[snoring]

Dammit!

Oh, she is not getting out of my breakthrough.

[? percussive music playing]

[snoring continues]

Here you go, Kitty.

[sniffs] Ooh! Let's go.

What'd I miss?

[exhales]

We gotta get the fuck out of here. I heard Ali saying he wants to kill us.

Is that why you left me in here with Aisha for so long?

I'm sick of objectifying myself, dude.

Oh, I'm sorry everyone wants to jack you off.

It's tough.

Just get a weapon, okay?

-We gotta go. -Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I got that all the way in Hyderabad. Come on. What are you doing?

You better put your fucking hands up right now, man.

-[grunting] -Guys, can we talk about this?

Hey, we tried talking to you. You lied to us!

Step the fuck off!

Okay, okay. You're gonna kill us now?

Just like you killed Ahmad.

I killed Ahmad?!

Oh, hell no!

Okay, I'm not going down for Ahmad.

Aisha...

[in Urdu] meri jaan.

Yeah?

Tell him to put the gun down.

We can clear my name together.

-You want to clear your name? -Yeah.

Then why don't I just give you Ahmad himself?

-[Raj] Huh? -[Mir] What?

Yeah. He's been hiding out in our house.

-Excuse me? -Aisha!

-Ahmad's alive? -What the fuck?

Yes, okay! And he is the worst house guest ever!

He was supposed to give us 30K to hide out for one night.

And now he's like, "I'll Venmo you. I'll Venmo you."

You know, he has all of his calls on speaker?

He runs a full wash load for one shirt.

And he has the audacity to tell me

-that my food is too salty? -[gasps]

Okay, then you cook, bitch!

[front door slams]

See you, pussies!

-Holy shit. -Holy shit.

[? dramatic music playing]

Come on, man, he's getting away!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

[groaning] No shoehorn, or, like, a little chair--

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!

[groans]

I hate you.

I hate you more.

Let's fuck on the counter.

-Yeah. -? Yeah ?

? Inslumnational, underground ?

? Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground ?

? Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans... ?

I saw him go in there.

-? Who want some... ? -There he is.

? I'll be there, but when I leave there ?

? Better be a household name... ?

We gotta take our shoes off, right?

Oh, my God, man!

[cell phone ringing]

Hey.

[Reza] [on phone] Dude, I went to bat for you,

and you hang up on us?

Are you bailing on the down payment?

[Raj] Mir, come on!

Uh, I'm sorry, dude. M-my brother needs me. Bye.

[thudding, grunts]

? Bombs over Baghdad! ?

? Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit... ?

Got you, bitch! [grunts]

? Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! ?

[? music stops]

-Don't play dead again. -[kick thuds]

[yelps, thuds]

[Raj groaning]

[? tense percussive music playing]

Check and mate.

[Dr. Iverson] I got it! I got it, I got it.

This is the best idea I've ever had. [sniffs]

Gerald, you're threatened.

That.

[Dr. Iverson] Oh, my God, I'm a genius.

[sniffs] Even if Mir and Raj were completely independent,

you would hate them because Lucky loves them.

-Thank you. -[Dr. Iverson] You're welcome.

-[Lucky] Thank you. -[Dr. Iverson] You're welcome.

You want me to give up everything,

and you don't even make room for me on your nightstand.

There's nowhere to put my sleeping gun.

Oh, that is so wrong.

She needs to feel safe!

And you. You are hyper-capable!

I am!

You're always worried about everyone else,

but what do you really want?

No one has ever asked me that before.

That's because I'm Dr. Allana Motherfucking Iverson.

Allen was named after me.

So, tell me, what do you want?!

I want it all.

[Dr. Iverson] Yeah.

-I want money. -[Dr. Iverson] Ooh.

-I want power. -Mm-hmm.

I want safety for me and mine.

[Dr. Iverson] Mm!

And I want a seat at the table. Oh, fuck it!

I want to own the table!

Lucky's table!

Woo-hoo! Yes!

Two seats at Lucky's table, please.

[Max chuckles]

Those boys are holding you down, and you know it.

We can have it all.

[Dr. Iverson] [panting] Anybody else hot?

Are you asking me to choose

between you and the boys?

No. I'm making you choose between what you've always wanted

and being stuck with taking care of two grown men.

That's the deal I'm offering.

Take the deal, bish!

Take the deal, bish.

You know, they do need to grow up and actually

-start doing things on their own. -[alarm ringing]

Welp, that's our time.

Thank you so much, Dr. Iverson.

-Yeah, thank you. -That was very productive.

No problem, Gerald.

[Max] See you out there.

-Thank you, Doctor. -Yeah.

[inhales deeply]

If you say anything about this, I will kill you.

-Yeah. No. Took an oath. -[Lucky] Okay.

I'd love to get some more of that coke, if you have any left.

I got you, girl.

Thank you.

This doesn't count towards your deductible, by the way.

I can't believe you faked your own death.

It was the only way I could get out.

[laughing]

And thanks to my mate at the morgue for giving me a dead body

I could burn as a decoy.

[breathing heavily]

Sacrificing half a toe provided enough DNA

to convince those idiot cops it was me.

And pinning it on you,

well, that was just the cherry on top.

You are such a little bitch.

I'm the bitch?

[gun cocks]

A bitch with a gun is still a bitch... bitch.

Maybe I'm just a criminal mastermind,

and you are a cocky little roach.

-Ah! -[Ahmad yelps]

[both grunting]

-Ahh! -You showed up?

I got you.

-Tiff in the tiffin? -Tiff in the tiffin.

-[hands smacking] -[both chuckle]

Alright, let's get this old haram zaada out of here. Come on.

-[Mir grunting] -[Raj] How's your shin?

[Mir] It's fine, why?

[Raj] Yeah, I saw you eat shit.

Oh, yeah. I saw you get taken out by an 85-year-old.

-Hey! -You know, I have a gun in my pocket.

I was genuinely concerned.

Therapy isn't that bad.

Well, the gun and drug taking certainly amped up the session.

[Lucky chuckles]

So, what do you think?

Are you gonna take the deal, bish?

I think I am going to take the deal, bish.

Let's always be honest with each other, okay?

Always.

-[cell phones chiming] -[both] Oh.

[Max groans]

??

-What's wrong? -Oh, nothing.

I just missed a manicure appointment.

Why? Is there something wrong on your end?

No, but I should go.

Yeah, yeah, I should go.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

[kiss smacking]

-[groaning] -[Raj] Shut up!

[Mir] He's squirming so much.

-[door bell jingles] -[Raj] Stop! Stop moving.

[Mir] Just make sure you tie it tight.

-[Raj] Alright. I'll tie it tight. -[groaning continues]

Alright. Oh. Surprise!

What the absolute fuck?!

Yeah, he is not dead.

-[grunts] -Yeah.

This thing won't die, huh?

-[muffled] Fuck you! -There it is.

Still an asshole.

We got him.

-[both] Together. -[hands clap, fingers snap]

I am so proud of both of you.

Never should have doubted you.

But now...

[jacket thumps]

...I get to sweep the floor with this piece of shit.

[? tense percussive music playing]

Lock the doors.

-[Mir] Yep. -[whimpering]

-[Ahmad grunting, whimpering] -[chair thudding]

We have torn apart this entire office,

and the only thing we know

is that Max Sugar

-is a Yankees fan! -[bobblehead rattling]

[Tony Lips] No, I told you you was wasting...

That's all we got!

-[Tony] Now you gotta clean up this shit. -[officer] We're not cleaning up shit.

A Yankees fan in Philadelphia.

-Dumb traitor! -[bobbleheads clattering]

[? curious music playing]

Why aren't you moving, Mickey Mantle?

[lever clicking]

[panel scraping]

[laughing maniacally]

Well, butter my toast and call me breakfast.

We just hit the mother lode.

? Used to be the kid with the big eye ?

? These dumb motherfuckers wanna steal IDs ?

? Used to be a little bit mid with the heat ?

? Now we burn bars at a thousand degrees ?

? They call me the B but the B come number ?

? One on the beat when I flip, don't stutter ?

? Fuck all that drip I'm the waterfall, bitch ?

? Now you ought to call this I'm the King Kong's mother ?

? Play slow-mo and the time high speed ?

? Einstein on the rhythm when I'm mad like this ?

? But when I'm on the grid all square are the peeps ?

? We on four by four with the snare to the beat ?

? When I spit that fire, burn that pyre ?

? Been a long trip but I'm back on the tire ?

? Never been mid, I am what they desire ?

? Look at my shit I'm the bitch on the flyer ?

? They call me the tyrant I rule with the violent abuse ?

? They can never clone this can't divide it in two ?

? Not compliant, I move, but the trident in you ?

? When I spit it on the track know I'm driving the youth ?

? Now we on the speed hit the peddle, don't stop ?

? Dumb bitch wanna beef, huh? Sit on my pot ?

? Never out of battery bitch, not on my watch ?

? Now can they really stop this?

? Is you stupid? ?

-? Is you stupid? ? -? Is you dumb? ?

? Fuck a cupid ?

? Fuck a cupid, shoot a gun ?

-? Is you stupid? ? -? Is you stupid? ?

? Is you dumb? ?

-? Fuck a cupid ? -? Fuck a cupid ?

? Shoot a gun, bitch ?

??

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