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About Milan

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

Crime & Safety Statistics

Questa mattina, 23 Settembre , sono stato testimone dell’ennesimo caso di adescamento e prostituzione in pieno giorno per le vie della nostra città. Mi trovavo in centro a Imola, quando .

I sprint through the streets, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. I’m huffin’ and puffin’, and I finally make it to the station. I check the schedule, and of course, my train’s delayed. Typical! I plop down on a bench, and I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’ about my day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Imola, you’ve got my heart, even if my shirt’s a mess.

Drivers’ comments after Hyperpole at 6 Hours of Imola