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About Milan

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

Rapinavano le prostitute: in manette "gang" di minorenni

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m soaked but happy. I decide to head to the park, Parco della Resistenza. It’s my go-to spot for chillin’. I plop down on a bench, and just as I’m about to relax, a bunch of kids run by, playing soccer. One of them kicks the ball, and it hits me right in the leg. Ouch! I’m like, “Hey, watch it!” But they just laugh and keep running. Kids, man.

Mahmood, his father's outburst: "It's not true that I abandoned him, but if he thinks so, change his last name"