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About Milan

Now, *whore* ain’t just some street gal flashin’ too much leg—naw, it’s deeper! Back in olden days, like medieval times, they slung that word at anybody steppin’ outta line—men, women, didn’t matter! Called a dude a *whore* if he was too flirty at the tavern. True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some knight gettin’ slapped with “whore” for winkin’ at a barmaid. Git-R-Done, Sir Lancelot!

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So, I pack up and head to Via dei Martiri. It’s this cute little street with shops and gelato. I mean, who can resist gelato? I grab a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Vincent Celano is capturing the St. Pete ‘vibe’ at 400 Central Avenue (RENDERINGS)