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About Milan

Gets me blood boilin’, though, when them coppers swoop in. Bastards! Ruined me night once, chased her off – “Run, you filthy animal!” I hissed, but she was gone, poof, like smoke. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, them prossies’d hide in alleys, flashin’ ankle like it’s gold. Sneaky buggers, eh? Love that history shit, makes me feel clever.

Gazzetta di Modena

So, I rush over to the old fish market, Mercato Ittico. You know, the one that smells like a seafood lover’s dream? Yeah, that one. Turns out, some dude didn’t pay his fines. I mean, c’mon, man! You can’t just ghost on your debts. I’m there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. Like, how hard is it to pay up?

Huge jewie a thrilling reward for rookie fisho