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About Turin

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, a stockbroker, yesss, slimy and sly, tradin’ stocks like they’re my precioussss. Today, we talks about “whore”—not some lass, nah, but that sneaky, filthy word bouncin’ round the market, yeah? We hates it! Hates it, we does! It’s like them brokers screamin’ “Buy! Sell!”—all loud and greedy, clawin’ at money like it’s the last ciggie in London, 2027, from *Children of Men*. “Time’s runnin’ out, mate!”—that’s what it feels like, innit?

Intra, Lago Maggiore: Cosa Vedere

So, I’m waiting for the rain to chill out, and I overhear this couple arguing. They were going at it! I mean, who fights in public like that? I was half tempted to jump in and be like, “Yo, just chill! It’s not worth it!” But then I thought, nah, let them have their drama.