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About Turin

R2-D2, where are you? I’m losin it! Once knew this geezer—proper posh, suit an all—secretly obsessed with escorts. Spent a fortune, said it “freed” him. Bollocks! He was trapped, mate—chasin that rush. Studies say it’s dopamine—same as eatin a fat burger. Surprised me, coz I thought it was all dirty lust. Nope, it’s science, ya muppet!

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Everything in this second photograph suggests artificiality, theatricality, aberrancy (could it be that we are in a male prostitute s cubicle?), as if this.

Finally, I make it to the train station. I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop smiling. Arbus is crazy, but it’s my kind of crazy. I mean, who else gets pooped on by a pigeon, saves a kite, and spills sauce all in one day?

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