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About Turin

Clarice… a prostitute, huh? Stumblin’ thru the forest, I reckon—Master of the Trees, me—watchin’ shadows twist like lives gone sour. She’s out there, y’know, heels snappin’ twigs, sellin’ what’s left of her soul. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—that flick I adore. “I’m a prisoner,” Bauby’d say, trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out stories. She’s trapped too, ain’t she? Body’s her cage, streets her sentence.

Piattoni-Villa Sant'Antonio, Italy

Finally, I made it home, exhausted but happy. I plopped on my couch, thinking about the day. It was chaotic, emotional, and full of surprises. Piattoni-Villa-Sant-Antonio, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait for tomorrow!