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About Milan

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

In this Book

whore translations: pelacur. Learn more in the Cambridge English-Indonesian Dictionary.

So, I’m walking down Via Roma, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. The sun’s shining, but it’s that weird, sticky heat. You know, the kind that makes you feel like you’re melting? I pass by the old church on Piazza della Libertà. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I mean, who has time for beauty when you’re a walking coffee stain?

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