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About Milan

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

2. Piazza del Campo

Siena is smack-dab in the heart of Tuscany, panini -d between the hills of Chianti and Montalcino. It’s where you’re hardly ever indoors — unless you’re listening to late-night jazz or snacking on .

Finally, we get it under control. Firefighter dudes show up, and I’m just standin’ there, heart racin’. I’m feelin’ like a hero, but also like a total idiot. I mean, who knew a day in Siena could turn into a mini disaster?

Justin-Siena's Messenger perfect until fifth in 3-0 shutout of Casa Grande