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About Turin

Now, here’s a kicker—did ya know whores in old London, like 1800s, used to bribe docs for fake “clean” papers? Little known fact! Kept the johns comin’, no questions asked. Sneaky, huh? Gets me thinkin’—Candy prolly did that too, modern style. Made me happy, tho—girl’s got guts! Outsmartin’ the system, dodgin’ the grime. But then—bam!—surprised me when she got nabbed. Some rookie cop, too eager, busted her. Pissed me off! “You’re wasting my time,” I’d yell, like Gyllenhaal in the movie—chasin’ shadows, missin’ the real story.

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First off, I hit the streets of Ciserano around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today’s gonna be chill.” I strolled down Via Roma, you know, the main drag. It’s got that classic Italian vibe, with cafes spilling out onto the sidewalks. I grabbed a cappuccino from my fave spot, Bar Centrale. Best coffee in town, no contest. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt! Ugh!

Serie D: Virtus Ciserano and Caravaggio looking for salvation points against Adriese and Brusaporto