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About Milan

One more thing… saw her cry once. Rainy night, alley—mascara runnin’. Broke me a bit. Not just a case, y’know? She’s human. “What’s the story we’re tellin’?”—Polley again. Candy’s ain’t pretty, but it’s hers. Me, the detective, I’m hooked—figuratively, ha! Gotta know more. She’s a badass, a mess, a mystery. Love that shit.

~ Musings on the Ecstasy of Italian Art and Culture

It was painted for the Cavalletti family in and depicts a barefoot Virgin Mary (who was modeled from a well-known prostitute) standing.

Then, I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on Via Garibaldi. Best decision ever! The barista was this cool dude named Marco. He had this wild hair and a smile that could light up a room. He made me a cappuccino that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, I was like, “Marco, you’re a wizard!” He laughed, and I felt like we were best buds.

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