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About Milan

So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

Tour of the Red Light District of Venice

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked, my hair’s a disaster, and I’m just standing there like, “Really, Venice? Really?” I duck into a little shop on Calle del Lovo. It’s cute, but I’m dripping everywhere. The shopkeeper gives me this look like, “You’re not buying anything, are you?” I’m like, “Nope, just a wet mess!”

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