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About Milan

So, I’m picturin’ this joint—dim lights, creaky floors, probs some shady dealin’s in the back. Made me mad once, hearin’ bout this carpenter dude in Rio—built a secret trapdoor for a brothel! Clients sneakin’ out, cops none the wiser. Genius, but shady as hell—got me yellin’, “Why ain’t I that clever?!” R2-D2, where are you? I’d botch that job, trapdoor’d collapse mid-escape!

Bella di giorno - brothel raid in Florence

The row of small tables and chairs implies a less-than-private setting, perhaps a cafe or brothel. Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec explored the.

First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude in front of me spills his cappuccino all over the counter. Like, come on, man! It’s 8 AM! Get it together! I’m trying to enjoy my caffeine fix, not watch a coffee disaster unfold.

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