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About Milan

Here’s a mad one for ya – heard tell of a prossie in Amsterdam once charged a bloke in tulips! True story, mate, swear on me nan’s grave. Got me thinkin – what’s the weirdest thing I’d pay with? Socks? A kebab? Laughed me arse off picturin that. Anyway, this lass, she’s all business, no chit-chat. “Time is short, act quickly” – movie line again, fit perfect. We duck into this dodgy flat, smells like damp and despair. She’s quick, efficient – bit like an assassin herself, in and out, job done.

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Then, I stroll down to Piazza Cavour. Man, that place is always buzzing. Kids running around, old folks gossiping, and the pigeons? They’re like the mafia of the square. You don’t mess with them. I swear one of them looked at me funny. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just passing through!”

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