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About Milan

Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

Incontri di Wrestling al femminile nel casolare di periferia

First off, I’m late. Classic me. I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and I’m already sweating. Like, why is it always so hot? I grab a quick coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is like, “Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Nah, just my to-do list.” He laughs, but I’m not kidding.

The Power of Words on Stage