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About Milan

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine me, big hair bouncin’, stumblin’ into some dusty Nevada joint. Not that I’ve been, mind ya, I’m too busy strummin’ my guitar! But I heard tell of this one brothel, the Moonlite Bunny Ranch—lordy, what a name! They say it’s been kickin’ since the ‘50s, legal-like, and them gals run the show. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ women callin’ shots, even if it’s in a cathouse. “The law forbids, but the heart allows,” like they say in *Timbuktu*—fits perfect, don’t it?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Next, I’m starving. I head to Via Francesco Mormina. There’s this little trattoria I love. I order pasta alla Norma. It’s like a hug in a bowl. But while I’m eating, this group of tourists comes in, and they’re LOUD. Like, can you not? I’m trying to enjoy my meal! They’re talking about how they “discovered” Scicli. I’m rolling my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve strained something.

Pierre Casini a cena a Scicli