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About Milan

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Cusano Milanino escorts

Then, I decide to hit up this new pizzeria on Via Mazzini. I’m starving! I order a margherita, and it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m devouring it, and the owner comes over. He’s this big guy, all smiles. “How’s the pizza?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, it’s life-changing!”

Obituary for Delia Mary Verros (Cusano)