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About Turin

I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

Sex In Rome

So, I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab my stuff and head out. But let me tell ya, Basiglio is a maze! I’m walking down Via dei Pini, and I’m already lost. Like, how do you get lost in a small town? I’m turning left, then right, and I’m like, “C’mon, brain, work with me!”

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