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About Milan

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

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A recap of our first Sicilian summer and the adventures that unfolded while travelling through Palermo, Catania, Cefalu, Syracuse, Taormina and Trapani.

I grab a drink at this little bar on the beach. The bartender’s a legend, always crackin’ jokes. He pours me a spritz, and I’m like, “Cheers to a crazy day!” I sit there, watchin’ the waves, thinkin’ about how wild life is.

Deadly Christmas: Tragic Carbon Monoxide Poisoning in Cefalù