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About Milan

But ugh, what pisses me off? Folks judgin’! Like, “Hmm… who’s she to talk?” I’m sittin’ here, lab coat on, thinkin’—whore’s just survivin’, same as us! *Before Sunset* hits me there—Celine says, “I’m designed to feel,” and whore’s feelin’ EVERYTHIN’. Love, hate, cash, chaos. Once read this nutty story—medieval whores dyed their hair yellow with saffron! Fancy, huh? Cost a fortune, but they glowed! Surprised me silly—thought they’d be all drab.

My seven years as a sex slave in Mexican drug cartels

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feeling all fancy, when I bump into old Mrs. Rossi. She’s like, “You still makin’ those fur coats?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. Rossi, still keeping the world warm!” She rolls her eyes. Classic.

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