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About Milan

So, I’m strollin’ past one once, years back—red lights flickerin’, music thumpin’. This chick outside, smokin’, gives me the eye. I’m like, “Nah, sistah, I’m just passin’ thru.” But it hit me—there’s power there, raw and messy. Got me mad tho, thinkin’ how some get trapped, forced in by assholes with no soul. Pisses me off—freedom’s gold, y’know? But then, flip it—some choose it, slingin’ that hustle, stackin’ bills. Respect, I guess. Surprised me too—heard this story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit one, where they got health checks, security tighter than Fort Knox. Who knew, right?

Pascha (brothel)

While I’m waitin’, I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on Piazza della Libertà. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual, a cappuccino, and sit outside. The vibe is nice, people chattin’, kids playin’. I’m feelin’ a bit better. Then, outta nowhere, this kid spills his juice all over my shoes. Great! Just great!

Tragedy in Codogno: one dead after being hit by a regional train