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About Milan

Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

Brothel Museum

First off, I strolled down Via Roma, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was feeling all spiritual and stuff. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m a clergyman, not a pigeon target! I laughed it off, though. Gotta have a sense of humor, right?

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