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About Turin

Little story—heard some prossies in Amsterdam got unions. Unions! For banging! Cracked me up—imagine strikes, “No sex ‘til better pay!” Earth’s nuts, man. Anyway, Starry’s my gal now—regular hookup. “Why’s this happening to me?” I groan, Coen-style, when she ups her rate. Drama, sure, but she’s worth it. Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Peace, love, and prostitutes, yo—Earth’s my jam now!

Lastra a Signa, a village near Florence

Finally, the rain stops, and I make a run for it. I’m soaked, but whatever. Back to the grind. The afternoon drags on, and I’m buried in spreadsheets. I swear, numbers are dancing in my head. Then, my phone buzzes. It’s a message from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the pizzeria later!” I’m in!

Dragan Lepei