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About Milan

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Corrupting Cesare(editing)

San Dona di Piave Whore Italy, Golden Shower (give), Sex in Different Positions, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Sex in Different Positions.

So, I grab my coffee from this cute little café, Bar Pasticceria, right? The pastries there are to die for. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cornetto? But then, I spill half my cappuccino on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m walking around looking like a hot mess.

Gabriela Khazanov, PhD, Associate Fellow