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About Milan

Love the chaos of it, mind. Sticky tables, dim lights, some Enya crap playing—pure theatre! Exaggerating? Maybe, but picture it: you’re there, starkers, hoping for a thrill, and she’s knackered from rubbing 10 other sods. “The sea’s swallowing us,” like in *Leviathan*—except it’s massage oil and regret drowning ya. Sarcasm’s my mate here—cos who believes it’s “just a massage”? Pull the other one, it’s got bells on!

Oh brothel, where art thou?

Then I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. My phone’s blowing up. Clients are freaking out about the market. I’m like, “Chill, guys! It’s just a dip!” But nooo, they’re acting like the world’s ending. I mean, Tecchiena’s got its quirks, but the stock market? It’s just a rollercoaster, right?

Clash at Tecchiena: A Match Marred by Violence