Face it: Milan is a disgusting, filthy, and dangerous place.
But Caterina loves this madhouse of a city. She broke up with me, all because I'm not fucking crazy enough?
For Christ's sake, give me a break. Is there not a single normal person left here?
When did being a mass murderer become synonymous with Devotion?
"Is there any justice? Any law at all?" Lamberto yelled.
"Calm down, bro. You need to keep your voice down. Maybe it's not that bad." Giovanni tried to soothe Lamberto, having noticed people in the tavern glancing their way.
"Bad? That word doesn't even begin to cover it. This city is a giant pile of dog shit.
Alright, alright, I was just kidding. I absolutely love this city. As if!"
Lamberto noticed the strange looks too and finally lowered his voice.
Giovanni breathed a sigh of relief.
