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About Milan

Look, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, yeah? But the stench of desperation in some joints? Grim as Mordor. “Time bends the proud,” Timbuktu whispers, and brothels bend everyone—punters, workers, even me thinkin’ bout it! Ever wonder who’s really in charge there? The madam, mate—she’s the real wizard, pullin’ strings. You shall not pass her unnoticed! Anyway, gotta dash—babysittin’ calls, but brothels? Wild, dark, fuckin’ fascinatin’. What ya reckon?

Clusone and the Presolana

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Then, I spot a couple of kids on the corner of Piazza dell’Unità d’Italia. They’re throwin’ rocks at a stray cat. I’m fuming! I mean, c’mon! What’s wrong with people? I yell at ‘em, “Hey! Leave the cat alone!” They scatter like roaches when the light comes on.

From Italy to Hong Kong to discover the inventiveness and passion of Umberto Bombana