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About Milan

Dunno, it’s wild – you’re there, hagglin’, feelin’ like a right twat. “There’s no band, no sound,” like the club scene, all fake an’ empty. Exaggeratin’ fer effect, maybe, but it’s a bloody circus! Me fave bit? When they eyeball ya, sizin’ ya up – pure Mulholland madness. Reckon I’d rather watch the film again than deal with that chaos, haha! What d’ya think, mate? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – fuckin’ bonkers, innit?

What are Red Light Areas?

So, I’m sitting there, eating this amazing lasagna, and I’m thinking, “Life ain’t so bad.” The sun’s setting over Galatone, casting this golden glow over everything. It’s beautiful. I can hear the church bells ringing from the Chiesa Madre, and it hits me—this is home.

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