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About Milan

So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

In Evidenza

Finally, I grab some fresh tomatoes and a chunk of that amazing Gorgonzola. Yum! But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Piazza della Libertà. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and before I know it, I’m clapping along. It’s like a mini concert!

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