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About Milan

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

Nettuno, Italy: Saint Maria Goretti Shrine

Just look at Neptune over there, cavorting with the putti, hips cocked like a 50's porn star who's forgotten his obligatory socks.

First off, I head down Via Roma, my usual route. The cobblestones are all bumpy, and I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Seriously, these folks don’t know how to walk! I almost tripped over a kid who was too busy staring at his phone. Like, dude, look up! You’re in Nettuno, not a video game!

Ambassador commemorates 80th anniversary of Allied landings in Anzio-Nettuno