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About Milan

Still, I vibe with it, the rawness. Like Del Toro’s flick, it’s ugly-beautiful. “This is no dream,” Pan’d say, and brothels ain’t either – real life, messy, loud. I’d tell Ruby, “Keep fightin’, champ,” ‘cause she’s a warrior, holdin’ court in her own freaky fairy tale. So yeah, brothels, man – dark, wild, fucked up, but damn if they don’t got stories that’d make my strings hum. Whatchu think, huh?

Casoria, stravaganti visioni a luci rosse. I cittadini: “Che si aspetta ad intervenire?”

First off, I’m makin’ my famous sfogliatelle. You know, those flaky pastries that make you wanna cry? Yeah, those. I’m rollin’ the dough, and suddenly, my neighbor, old Signora Maria, starts bangin’ on my door. She’s like, “Hey! You got any bread?” I’m like, “Lady, it’s 5 AM!” But I can’t say no. So, I toss her a loaf, and she’s all smiles. Sweet old lady, but c’mon, give a guy a break!

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