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About Milan

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

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Then, I hopped on the bus. The ride from my place near Piazza della Repubblica was packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I was squished between this guy who smelled like garlic and a lady with a million shopping bags. I thought I’d never get to work. But hey, at least I got to see the beautiful views of the hills. Montecompatri is stunning, especially when the sun hits just right.

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