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About Milan

Favorite part? The hustle. These chicks, they smart—playin’ dudes like fiddles, stackin’ paper. One time, heard ‘bout this madam in Nevada, ran her spot like a fuckin’ empire—taxes paid, health checks, legit as Walmart! Blew my mind, motherfucker! But the stench? Hell naw—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Stinks worse than a dead fish on that island in *The Return*.

Indonesia’s sex trade ‘impossible’ to shut down

Next, I head to the market at Piazza del Popolo. Oh boy, the chaos! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of local cheeses. I’m in heaven. I grab some pecorino, and this old lady, Nonna Rosa, she’s haggling like a pro. I swear, she could sell ice to an Eskimo. She sees me and says, “You need to learn how to bargain, young man!” I’m like, “I’m a clergyman, not a merchant!” But I love her spirit.

Dorgali, hiker falls on the Cala Fuili path: helicopter rescue intervenes