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About Milan

So, this one chick—let’s call her Ruby—rolls into my shop. Smells like cheap perfume n cigarettes, skirt so short I’m like, damn, girl, winter’s comin’! She’s all laughs, tho, tellin’ me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Pennies, Clarice! Can ya believe that shit? I’m dyin’ laughin’, snippin’ her bangs, thinkin’—man, this is wild. “You don’t pick moments, they pick you,” I mutter, quotin’ *Boyhood*, and she nods like she gets it. Life just happens, huh?

International relations

She would have become a prostitute to provide for her child as many Japanese women did at the time. The fairytale STILL never comes true.

First thing, I hit up this café on Piazza della Repubblica. Best espresso ever! I mean, I’ve had my fair share of coffee, but this stuff? Pure magic. I’m sipping my brew, feeling all fancy, when BOOM! A pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant. Like, dude, chill! It’s not your breakfast! I’m flailing my arms, and the barista is cracking up.

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