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About Milan

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

Sandrigo. Scoperta casa a luci rosse. Le prostitute prendevano 100 euro a prestazione. 4 indagati

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, right? I’m just trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cappuccino in town? But nooo, they were outta coffee beans! Like, how do you run a café without coffee? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit.

Figure 1. Coronal contrast-enhanced CT image demonstrating massive...