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About Milan

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

Colle Val d'Elsa

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got this massive bag of groceries, and I swear, she’s like a ninja. She trips, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But she just laughs it off. I’m standing there, half ready to help, half ready to film it for TikTok. But she’s cool, just brushes it off like it’s no biggie. I’m like, “Damn, I need that kind of energy!”

In Montalcino the interactive museum “Il Tempio del Brunello”