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About Milan

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

In Evidenza

Nardo wick A drop out, up coming rapper who sell drugs And raps for a living, saves a girl name winter from an abusive relationship unexpectedly. Both having.

Finally, I send the pitch. I’m feeling good, like I conquered the day. But then, I realize I left my gelato cup on the bench. Nooo! I run back, but it’s gone. Some seagull probably swooped in. Typical Nardo, right?

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