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About Milan

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not a freakin’ Saturday! I’m stuck behind this old Fiat that’s going 20 in a 50 zone. Like, dude, do you have a death wish? I’m honking, waving my hands like a madman. Finally, I zoom past, and guess what? It’s some old guy, probably on his way to buy bread at the local panificio. I felt bad, but c’mon!

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