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About Milan

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Controversies

Brothel Italy, Spanking (give), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Blowjob without Condom for extra charge, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

But then, as we’re lugging these boxes, I spot this cute little café on the corner. It’s called “Caffè Vignate.” I’m like, “Dude, we need a break.” So, we pop in. Best decision ever! The cappuccino? To die for. I’m talking frothy goodness that makes you forget about the chaos.

Broken Promise: Ingersoll Rand in New York