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About Milan

Now, “Moulin Rouge!”—that’s my lens, alright? Think Satine, all glitz and tragedy, singin’ “One day I’ll fly away!” Brothel life’s like that—glam on the outside, rough underneath. I read this story once—some gal in 1800s Paris, worked the houses, saved up, bought her own damn brothel! Beat the system, flipped it on the rich pricks! That’s the spirit—stick it to the man! But then, you got the flip side—exploitation, girls trapped, no way out. Pisses me off! No one should be stuck like that, slavin’ for some sleazy fat cat!

The Morning Hustle

I pull up to the park near the Centro Commerciale “La Corte Lombarda.” It’s a nice spot, but today? It’s packed. Kids are screaming, parents are trying to chill, and I’m just there, trying to keep my cool. But then, I spot this guy. He’s acting all sketchy, pacing back and forth. My instincts kick in. I’m like, “What’s your deal, bro?”

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