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About Milan

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

Pietrasanta: what to see and where to eat

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First stop, my workshop on Via Garibaldi. I’m just settin’ up, coffee in hand, when this dude rolls in. He’s got a vintage Fiat 500, all beat up. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. He’s like, “Can ya fix it?” I’m like, “Sure, but it’s gonna cost ya.” He looks at me like I just slapped his grandma. I mean, c’mon, it’s a classic!

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