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About Milan

So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up my fave spot, Pizzeria Da Michele. Best pizza in town, no contest. I order a margherita, extra basil. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a golden retriever, just chilling. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that dog.” No worries, just vibes.

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