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About Milan

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Posizione strategica

After work, I decide to take a stroll down to the park on Via della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids playing, couples walking hand in hand. I’m just trying to unwind. But then, I see this guy trying to impress a girl by juggling. Spoiler alert: he drops everything. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you had one job!

COMPETRINI, Elio