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About Milan

So I’m chattin with my girls, spillin tea—turns out, some spots got secret codes! Like, a wink or a “you good?” means she’s workin. Mind. Blown. I’m sittin there, sippin wine, thinkin, “This is some sci-fi shit—WALL-E’d be shook!” I’m happy tho—learnin this stuff feels sneaky, like I cracked a vault. Maybe I’ll write a song— “Red lights, late nights, findin my way.”

Brief history of San Giuseppe di Jato

First off, I’m walking down Via Roma, right? Just minding my own business, when I see this old dude, Signor Pino, trying to fix his ancient Fiat. I mean, c’mon, that car’s older than me! He’s cursing like a sailor, and I can’t help but laugh. “Pino, just let it die in peace!” I shout. He gives me the finger. Classic Pino.

Depraved Mafia boss ‘The Pig’ roasted corpses on grills and dissolved boy in acid