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About Milan

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Realscreen - Pitch Guide 2012

After that chaos, I decide to hit up the Brunico Castle. It’s this stunning medieval fortress on a hill. I mean, the views are insane! You can see the whole valley. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, feeling all inspired. But then, I trip on a rock. Classic me, right? I almost faceplant into the grass. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Get it together, dude!”

Fewer asylum seekers leads Casa San Giuseppe center in northern Italy to close