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About Turin

What pisses me off? The creeps, man! Dudes hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—fuck outta here! Makes me wanna scream, “This ain’t a bargain bin, asshole!” But then—surprise—she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her kid. Got me shook! Like, damn, this ain’t just a gig, it’s a lifeline. *Moolaadé* echoes in my head—“We resist!”—and I’m feelin’ it. She’s resistin’ the world, one night at a time.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

So, I settled for a black coffee. Not my jam, but whatever. I chugged it down and headed to the office on Via Torino. The streets were packed, as usual. I swear, Bruino’s traffic is like a bad joke. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re auditioning for a symphony. I almost lost it when some dude cut me off. Like, bro, chill! It’s not a race!

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