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About Milan

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

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So, I’m there, trying to fix it, and this dude, Marco (no joke, his name is Marco), comes up to me. He’s all like, “Hey, man, you good?” I’m like, “No, Marco, I’m not good! I need this mic!” He just laughs. I mean, who laughs at a guy in distress? I wanted to throw my coffee at him, but I didn’t. I’m a professional, right?

Inside Day 1 at the Ryder Cup: the Colosseum, pasta, early Marco Simone findings