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About Turin

Right, so, listen up, you little minions! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and today I’m rantin’ about whores, yeah, those sneaky broads! Not the science crap, nah, I ain’t no lab coat loser, but the real deal—whores! Got my evil eye on ‘em, like I’m scopin’ a frickin’ laser beam, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride, baby!

Nel porto di Palermo c’è un ristorante e cocktail bar con l’orto di eccellenze siciliane

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First off, I head to the market on Piazza Matrice. I’m all dressed up in my kimono, feeling cute, you know? But then, bam! I trip over a stray cat. Like, come on! This cat was just lounging there, judging me. I swear it smirked. Anyway, I finally get to the market, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere! I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.

Defying the Cosa Nostra: the man who accidentally bought a mafia stronghold