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About Milan

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

in evidenza

But then, I get a call from my client again. “We need to meet ASAP.” Seriously? I’m in the middle of an art epiphany! But I can’t say no. So, I rush over to the meeting spot, which is at a café on Corso Umberto I. I’m sweating bullets, and I walk in, looking like a hot mess.

Modernizing Cava de' Tirreni's Emergency Services