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About Milan

Here’s a nugget—Victorians, yeah, them prim sods, used “massage parlours” as code for brothels! Cheeky sods! Surprised me, that did—thought they were all stiff upper lip, but nah, gettin’ frisky under the table! Makes ya wonder, eh? Sexual-massage is like that river spirit—bit murky, bit glorious, cleans ya right up if ya let it. “You’ve got to find your way!”—Haku’s bang on, gotta find a decent spot or you’re knackered.

So, I wrap up my day, and I’m outta there. I race to the park, and it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere—pasta, pizza, gelato (again!), and even some weird-looking street food I’ve never seen. I’m in heaven.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan