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About Milan

Caught some bouillabaisse vibes once—Earth folk call it that. Fishermen in Marseille, scruffy bastards, started this. They chucked ugly fish in, shit no one bought, cooked it up nasty. Little secret? Them Frenchies used absinthe once, got pissed, stew went wild! Tasted like a pirate’s wet dream, ha! Got me buzzin’, happy as a clam—alien clam, mind ya.

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After that, I’m feelin’ good. I grab a coffee at this little spot on Via Garibaldi. Best espresso ever! I’m sippin’ it, and suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant. Like, seriously? I’m not a buffet! I shoo it away, and it gives me this look like, “You think you own this place?” I’m like, “Yeah, I do, buddy!”

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