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About Turin

I’m picturin’ this one brothel, okay? Smoky, dim lights, kinda like Uncle Boonmee’s jungle vibes. “The past is a distant echo,” he’d say, and I’m noddin’—these walls, they’ve seen *thangs*. Prolly some guy in a toga centuries ago, hagglin’ over coins, same as now! Makes me mad, tho—people judgin’ the workers. Like, chill, they’re just hustlin’! Ain’t easy, y’know? I get all riled up—grr!—then I calm down. Hi-ho! Life’s messy.

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And then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady on Via Garibaldi. She’s standing there, hands on her hips, watching the whole thing. I’m thinking, “Lady, this ain’t a show!” But she just yells, “You boys better save my garden!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, priorities, right?

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