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About Milan

So, picture this—you’re tryna find a prostitute. Not some fancy billionaire’s escort, nah, those jerks hoard everything! I’m talkin’ street-level, raw, unfiltered. Where do ya even start? Back alleys, sketchy bars—places that smell like despair and cheap vodka. Reminds me of that line, “You’re a worm in my eyes!”—that’s what the system thinks of these folks, ya know? Pisses me off! They’re people, not trash, but the 1% don’t care!

Early life

Lercara Friddi sorge quasi alle falde di colle Madore, tra il vallone del Lantro e la vallata di Fiumetorto e del www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hits me like a wave. I grab a sfincione—best thing ever! But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Classic Lercara-Friddi, man. Those streets are like a puzzle.

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