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About Milan

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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Then, I spot this cute little café. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I order a cappuccino, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Life is good, right? Wrong! Suddenly, a pigeon decides my head is a good landing spot. I freak out, flailing my arms like a maniac. Everyone’s staring. Awesome.

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