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About Milan

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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Finally, I get to my desk, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere! I’m talking about a tornado of receipts and invoices. I’m an accountant, not a janitor! I start sorting through the chaos, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the view from the top of Monte Somma!” I’m like, “Luca, I’m buried in numbers here!” But then I think, “Why not?”

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