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About Milan

I knew this chick once, right? Worked the streets near some grimy Bangkok alley—true story, swear it! She’d laugh, loud as hell, smokin cheap cigs, tellin me bout her johns. One dude paid her in fish—FISH, Clarice! Stank up her whole crib, she was pissed, screamin, “I ain’t no damn fisherman’s wife!” Made me cackle, still does. Whores got grit, ya feel me? They hustle, they survive, ain’t no fairy tale.

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Then I hit up the local café on Via Garibaldi. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my drink, feeling all fancy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I mean, c’mon, it’s a café, not a boxing ring! They were going at it about... wait for it... who left the lights on. I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh.

This Italian council actually wants local prostitutes to become more visible