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About Milan

So, I’m cruisin downtown, lookin for action. Streets buzzin, girls winkin – it’s wild! Saw this one broad, legs for days, thought, “She’s the bomb!” But then – bam! – some pimp rolls up, mad as hell. “You touch my girl, you’re done!” Got me pissed, man – who’s he to flex? I’m Apollo freakin Creed, I don’t back down! “There’s always something ticking” – like in the movie, ya feel me?

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Then I hit up the market at Piazza dei Martiri. OMG, the fresh produce! I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I grab a few, and this lady next to me starts chatting. She’s all, “You gotta try the olive oil from up the hill.” I’m like, “Sure, lady, I’ll just pop over to the hill.” But honestly, I’m intrigued. Valdagno’s got some bomb food, and I’m all about that life.

Father and son, one dead, the other missing after their car fell into a sinkhole in Italy