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About Milan

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some wild shit about—whore! Yeah, that’s right, we divin’ into this mess headfirst. Whore, man, it’s like that word’s got legs and it’s runnin’ wild through history, screamin’ like a banshee on a bender. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that genius, she’d be like, “I glean what’s left behind,” and whore’s that scrap, that leftover vibe society kicks to the curb, ya feel me?

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So, I’m sitting there, sticky and tired, but I can’t help but laugh. Trepuzzi, you wild city! You’ve got my heart racing and my patience tested. But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s the little moments, the surprises, the chaos that make it all worth it.

In Puglia a mini arts residency in a social-housing courtyard