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About Milan

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud music. I look up, and there’s a group of kids setting up a mini rave right by the water. I’m talking speakers, lights, the whole shebang. I’m torn between being annoyed and wanting to join in. I mean, who doesn’t love a spontaneous dance party? But I’m also trying to write, ya know?

The Romagna Riviera, Italy’s Longest and Prettiest Promenade