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About Milan

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

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Finally, the train arrives. We hop on, and I’m just relieved. But then, I realize I left my backpack on the platform. I’m like, “No way!” I sprint off the train, grab it, and jump back on just in time. Heart racing, I’m thinking, “What a day!”

Mother and two children crushed to death in Italy by falling building