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About Turin

So I’m scopin’ the scene, yeah? Them prossies back in the day, they had style—miniskirts tighter than a villain’s grip, lips redder than a double-decker bus. Little known fact, dig this: in ‘67, Soho was crawlin’ with these birds—cops called ‘em “night butterflies,” how fab is that? I’m vibin’, thinkin’ “Oh, behave!” when this one chick—let’s call her Babs—sways over, all sultry like. She’s got that look, ya know, “The children are watching,” like in the movie, but flipped—*she’s* watchin’ me, sizin’ me up. Got me all hot under the collar, baby!

Visit Monte Sant'Angelo

Li Jalantuumene is a B&B but it's also a restaurant and the owner Gege, is its chef. He showed us around and left us to it. No signs of madness.

Around noon, I take a break. I stroll down to the piazza. The vibe is nice, people are chillin’, sipping on espresso. I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint on Via della Libertà. Best pizza ever! I mean, it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old man trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than molasses! I’m like, “C’mon, dude, you got this!”

Foto - A cavallo da Monte Sant'Angelo, in provincia di Foggia a Benevento