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About Milan

Now, I’m peepin this one brothel—smells like cheap perfume and regret, but there’s a buzz, a rhythm, like a forest at dusk. Girls laughin, punters swaggerin—reminds me of that line, “I walk the path of the sword.” Except here, it’s more like, “I stumble the path of the barstool!” Cracks me up, but then—bam!—I see this one lass, eyes sharp as a tiger’s, and I’m thinkin, she’s the hidden dragon here, runnin the show. Power in her stare, mate, gave me chills—proper respect!

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

Then, I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s all hyped about some festival happening later. “You gotta come, bro! It’s gonna be lit!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I could use some fun after this morning. So, we grab a quick bite at this little trattoria on Via Mazzini. The pasta? To die for! I’m talking about the kind of food that makes you forget your troubles.

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