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About Milan

So, findin one? Look sharp, stay chill. Dark alleys, coded winks—trust the Force. “I am your father,” I tell her. She giggles, “Creepy, but okay.” Humor saves it, man. Sarcasm’s my shield—use it. You’ll see shit others miss. Like me, oglin despair in *Melancholia*. It’s raw, real—prostitutes got stories. Listen close, or don’t bother. *breathes heavily* Peace out.

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

San Bernardo Avenue is known in Loreto. It's definitely a place at night where the sex workers walk along. There's probably drugs being sold.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at Piazza della Madonna.” I’m thinking, “Great, more walking.” So, I chug my coffee and head out. The piazza is packed. I mean, it’s like a sardine can. I spot Luca, and he’s waving like a maniac. I swear, he looked like he just won the lottery.

Loreto Convent alumna is Army’s first woman DGMS