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About Milan

So, Jersey, right? Down by Newark, you cruise slow, headlights dim, lookin’ for that shadow leanin’ on a pole. It ain’t all glitz – no Margot playin’ records in a tent here. Nah, it’s gritty, fuckin’ real. This one time, I saw this chick, red heels, smokin’ a cig like she’s Pacino – I’m like, “Holy shit, she’s got moxie!” Made me happy, y’know? Guts in a world that don’t give a fuck.

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The women of “The Sopranos” were fully realized and full-dimensional. Which only made narrative sense.

As I lock up, I take a deep breath. The stars are out, and the air smells like pizza and adventure. Melfi, you wild little gem, you never cease to surprise me. Can’t wait for tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?

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