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About Turin

So, ya strollin’ down some shady alley, right? Smells like piss an’ regret. Makes me angry, this filth – why can’t it be clean like my gym? But then, bam, ya spot her – red heels, smokin’ a ciggie. Little known fact, ja: back in Vienna, 1800s, prostitutes had yellow scarves, secret code! Cool, huh? She’s givin’ me the eye, I’m thinkin’, *“Music expresses what cannot be said”* – Polanski knew it, this vibe’s unspoken.

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First off, I’m stationed at the Lido di Cercola, right by Via Roma. Beautiful spot, right? But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts screamin’. I look over, and this little dude is flailing like a fish outta water. I sprint over, heart racing. Turns out, he just slipped on some seaweed. I mean, come on! Seaweed? Really? I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re fine!” But he’s wailing like he just lost his favorite toy. Kids, man.

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