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About Turin

So, brothels, eh? Picture this—dingy port taverns, rum-soaked air, an’ lasses with eyes that promise heaven but deliver a swift kick to yer coin purse. “I’m an actress,” one says, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*, all breathy an’ fake, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Luv, yer actin’ alright—actin’ like me gold ain’t vanishin’!” Savvy? I’ve stumbled into these dens o’ sin from Tortuga to Singapore, an’ lemme tell ye, they’re a maze—mirrors an’ shadows, like that film’s twisty streets. Ye think ye know what’s what, then—bam!—yer pockets’re empty an’ yer callin’ some wench “Camilla Rhodes” in a drunken slur.

Puntocasa Cornate

After that, I’m back in the studio, ready to get my hands dirty. I’m molding this beautiful vase, right? And then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, seriously? I’m in the middle of a masterpiece! I’m fuming. I can’t even see my clay! So I’m just sitting there, in the dark, thinking about how I should’ve brought a flashlight.

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