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About Milan

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

Hotel and restaurants

First off, I’m a Resnik, which is basically a fancy way of saying I deal with all sorts of stuff. But today? Today was different. I’m strolling down Via Gramsci, just minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café. You know the type—tiny, with outdoor seating and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need a cappuccino!”

Siena Cathedral's Baptismal Font, the work of the great Renaissance masters, restored