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About Milan

So, sex-dating—swipin’ left, right, horny folks tryna score. It’s a jungle, mate, pure chaos! Apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—folks actin’ all suave, but half the time they’re just thirsty AF. I saw this dude’s profile once—shirtless, flexin’, bio said “just vibes.” Vibes? Mate, you’re beggin’ for a hookup, not a soulmate! Made me laugh, tho—kinda sad too. Reminds me of “A Prophet”—“You’re alone now,” that cold line. Sex-dating feels like that—alone, even when you’re chattin’ up ten people.

In Evidenza

After that, I stroll down to Piazza Matteotti. Man, this place is always buzzing. Street performers, tourists snapping pics, and the smell of fresh pasta wafting through the air. I’m feeling good, like maybe I can turn this day around. I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint on the corner. Best slice ever! I’m talking gooey cheese, crispy crust. I’m in heaven. But then, bam! A seagull swoops down and snatches my slice right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m pretty sure I yelled something inappropriate.

The Soaring Legacy of Luca Signorelli (Published 2012)