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About Milan

So, lemme spill—brothels been around forever, doc! Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they’re open for biz. Crazy, right? Makes me chuckle—imagine me hoppin’ in there, “Eh, too much rouge, toots!” Got me laughin’ til my ears flop. But real talk, some o’ these places—shady as heck. Makes me mad, doc! Girls stuck, no way out, while fat cats rake in dough. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

Time Regained by Marcel Proust – a conclusion and a beginning.

Anyway, I’m trying to help them, but they’re more interested in the cute cat that hangs around the library. Yeah, we have a library cat. His name’s Dante. He’s a legend. So, I’m showing them Dante, and they’re all squealing. I’m like, “Guys, it’s just a cat!” But whatever, I’m happy they’re happy.

Antonina Bilski of Stratford, Connecticut | 1933 - 2024 | Obituary