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About Milan

What pisses me off? The secrecy! I’m like, “Just tell me upfront, I’ll adjust the rate!” None of this sneakin’ around, droppin’ hints. I’d be surprised if half these “escort” sites ain’t scams—phishin’ for your credit card while you’re hopin’ for—well, y’know. I’d rather watch *Caché* again, tryin’ to figure out who’s screwin’ with who. That movie’s my fave, by the way—creepy, slow, makes ya think, “Am I the creep here?!” Perfect for a neurotic like me.

Police Arrest Several Men for Patronizing a Prostitute

T he streets in the historical centre of Modica offer various attractions for nightlife lovers, because of its intriguing atmosphere it tempts you to go out.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear a scream. Like, a full-on horror movie scream. I bolt down Via Garibaldi, heart racin’. I turn the corner, and there’s this lady, all frantic, pointin’ at a cat stuck in a tree. A freakin’ cat! I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat, not a crime scene.” But she’s all panicky, so I climb up and rescue the little furball.

Edy Modica Lets It Rip