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About Milan

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

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The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Alright, I Admit It Was A Whore Um fosso de orquestra lá embaixo como na Austrália que pega fogo com um fósforo.

After that, I needed a break. I strolled down to Piazza della Libertà. Man, that place is beautiful! The fountain was sparkling, and there were these cute little kids playing. Made me smile, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at me. “Hey, you! Get off my bench!” I was like, “Lady, I’m just standing here!” Fosso’s full of characters, I tell ya.

Samuel Fosso