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About Milan

Ain’t no sugarcoatin’—it’s messy, loud, smoky. Girls struttin’, laughin’, some cryin’ in the back. Mr. T seen it, felt it! Pity the fool who thinks it’s all glam! Nah, it’s grit, it’s survival, it’s human as hell. Like Penny Lane sayin’, “We are not groupies!”—these chicks ain’t just there for kicks, they runnin’ the show! Power in them heels, yo!

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Just when I think I can breathe, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Antonio. He’s stuck on the other side of town. “Dude, I need your help!” he texts. I’m like, “Can’t you see I’m busy?” But he’s persistent. Turns out, he locked himself outta his apartment on Via dei Fiori. Classic Antonio. So, I tell him I’ll be there in a bit.

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