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About Turin

Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

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Then, I hit up the park, Parco della Certosa. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, people jogging, kids playing. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing spot. I freak out! Like, dude, personal space! I shoo it away, and it just looks at me like, “What’s your problem?”

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