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About Milan

So, war—W-A-R—fucks up everything. I saw it on TV once, Vietnam vets screamin’, made me mad as hell. Politicians sittin’ pretty while kids die—billionaires profit, man! Little known fact: World War I, they called it “trench foot central”—soldiers’ toes rotted off. Imagine that, your foot’s mush, and some fat cat’s countin’ gold. Pisses me off! *Hurt Locker* vibes—“you love playin’ with that thing!”—war’s a drug, hooks ya deep.

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Next, I decided to hit up the market on Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I was in heaven. I grabbed some tomatoes that looked like they were just picked. I mean, they were practically glowing! But then, I saw this lady arguing with the vendor over prices. Like, lady, it’s a market, not a negotiation table! I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

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