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About Milan

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

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BARI - Insospettabili professionisti e colletti bianchi provenienti da tutto il nord barese frequentavano il centro benessere in corso Fornari, a Molfetta, finito sotto sequestro.

So, I’m walkin’ back, drenched and defeated, but I can’t help but smile. Molfetta’s a wild ride, man. From the streets of Via Roma to the beautiful harbor, it’s got my heart. Even if it throws a flat tire and a rainstorm my way.

The Italian priest who grew up in an idyllic coastal town now leading Kent's largest parish