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About Milan

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Via della Repubblica, right? The sun’s blasting through the window like it’s trying to roast me alive. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But ya know, I gotta get up. Gotta be a responsible actuary or whatever.

Preparing for the hunt