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About Milan

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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Whore Italy, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Sex in Different Positions, Intimate massage, Sex in Different Positions.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the market on Via Nazionale!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

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