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About Milan

Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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First off, I hit up Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Packed with people, cars honkin’, and me just tryin’ to find a decent coffee. I’m a forest dude, not a city slicker! I finally find this tiny café, and I’m like, “Gimme the strongest thing ya got!” The barista looks at me like I’m nuts. I mean, c’mon, I need my caffeine fix!

Luigi Ghirri’s Puglia