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About Milan

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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Long before Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow began their crime spree, Dale Jones and Margie Celano terrorized the Midwest and West, committing robberies and multiple murders. Lean .

Now I’m sticky and stressed. I rush to find a bathroom. I duck into this little trattoria, and the owner’s like, “Hey, you look like you need a drink!” I’m like, “You have no idea.” He pours me a glass of wine, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today isn’t so bad.”

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