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About Milan

And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

LANDS OF FASANO

But then, I’m walkin’ past the Basilica di San Giovanni Battista, and I see this guy. He’s tryin’ to sell fake gladiator helmets. Like, c’mon, dude! You think I’m gonna wear that junk? I’m all about authenticity. I get a bit heated, ya know? I’m like, “Bro, you can’t just slap some metal on a plastic shell and call it a helmet!” He just shrugs. Whatever, man.

James "Jim" Fasano Obituary June 27, 2024