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About Milan

I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. But lemme tell ya, traffic was a mess. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how’s there so much chaos? I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a madman. People just strollin’ across the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, I’m a combine! Move it or lose it!”

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