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About Milan

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

English Girls Cagliari

So, I’m walking down Via Cagliari, and I see this street artist painting a mural. It’s dope! Bright colors, wild shapes. I’m vibing, taking pics, when suddenly, this kid runs by, knocks my phone outta my hand, and it goes flying! I’m like, “Noooo!” But it lands on grass, thank the gods. Kid just keeps running, no apology, no nothing. I’m fuming.

Major brawl between minors at Vele: over 500 youngsters identified by the police