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About Milan

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Nabanita Guha

So, we load up this truck with all sorts of stuff. Boxes, furniture, you name it. I’m trying to keep it together, but then I get a call. It’s from a client in Assisi. They’re freaking out because their shipment’s late. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s Fabriano, not the end of the world!” But no, they’re losing it. I mean, it’s just paper, right? But to them, it’s like gold.

Italy secures loan of Leonardo da Vinci's Benois Madonna from Russia's Hermitage museum