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About Turin

But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

About Sardinia

However, when you go along them you will see the narrow, dark vicoli that join the main streets. You will see there prostitutes and drug dealers.

But then, I see my ex. Ugh, why is she here? I’m tryin’ to enjoy the moment, but there she is, lookin’ all cute and stuff. I’m like, “Why, universe, why?” I try to play it cool, but inside, I’m a mess.

The People: Meet Chiara Vigo, the last Master of byssus, the sea silk that can only be gifted