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About Milan

What pisses me off? Guys actin’ like she’s dirt. She’s out there, survivin’, while they’re jerkin’ off to cable. Happy? Shit, when she’d flash that smile—pure gold, made ya feel alive. Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew every cop’s schedule. Fuckin’ genius. Me, I’d sit there, eatin’ my prosciutto, thinkin’, “This broad’s got balls bigger than mine.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit?

Salvi i dipendenti della cartiera

Handmade paper for all drawing techniques (and in particular for watercolour and tempera). With 4 deckle edges and watermark.

We end up running to a local market on Via della Storia. It’s packed, but we find what we need. I’m sweating again, but at least I’m not yelling. We get back, and the chef is all smiles. He thanks us, and I’m like, “No problem, man. Just another day in Fabriano!”

Two Florence Museums Are Tracing the City’s 500-Year Connection to Islamic Art