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About Turin

Tips, tho? Stick to known spots—safer bets. Avoid the alleys—fuckin’ death traps. And don’t be a mug—haggle, but don’t push it. Oh, and if they’re twitchy—run. Prolly a sting. Me, I love the rush—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,”—cos I see the shit others miss. Like that planet crashin’ in the film—beautiful fuckin’ ruin. That’s the life, innit? Messy, mad, and ours.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will have yours locked the fuck up, you crazy bitch whore! [Dale pauses]; Dale Arbus: Ah, that.

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all good. Then BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and suddenly, this pigeon—like, the biggest pigeon I’ve ever seen—decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, frozen, coffee in one hand, and I’m like, “Really, dude? Really?”

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