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About Milan

Me, I’m a financial advisor, so I’m sizin it up. Brothel’s got cash flow—steady, dirty, but steady. Kinda like a fucked-up rental property. You got your overhead—girls, beds, whiskey, whatever. But the profit? Man, it’s there. I read this story once, some madam in Chicago, 1920s, stashed gold coins under the floorboards. Found it years later—millions! Shit’s bananas. Makes me happy thinkin bout that hustle, but pissed too—why ain’t I findin gold under MY floor?

Cattedrale di San Donnino

So, I finish my coffee and head down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed, as usual. Street performers everywhere, and I spot this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But nah, he’s just showin’ off. I’m clappin’ and laughin’, and then—BAM!—one of the torches goes flying into a gelato stand. Ice cream everywhere! People are slippin’ and slidin’, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off.

Forlì, purchase at the last minute. Here is Nicolò Lolli, Sassuolo nursery