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About Milan

Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

What is a brothel?

But then, something amazing happens. My colleague, Lucia, brings in this giant pizza from Pizzeria Da Michele. I mean, it’s HUGE! Like, I could use it as a shield. We all gather around, and for a moment, the stress melts away. We’re laughing, joking, and I forget about the chaos. Pizza really is the answer to everything, right?

Journey Along the Southern Via Francigena