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About Turin

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Man, sometimes my head spins just thinkin’ of all the epic moments here. The street art on Via del Destino? It's insane! Graffiti that screams out love, rebellion, and hope. It reminds me of that line, “Beauty is a state of mind,” bro, like the whole city is a living, breathing masterpiece!

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