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About Milan

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

The village on the river

Far from the Verona-Venice tourist route, the city located in the upper polesine has a great historical and cultural wealth. Located between the two large river basins of the Po and the Missing: prostitute.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.” But the locals? They don’t even flinch. They just pull out umbrellas and keep on dancin’. I’m standin’ there, guitar in hand, lookin’ like a soggy noodle. But then, I get this idea. I jump in, start playin’ a little tune, and the crowd goes wild!

Remembering famous Italian victories against France