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About Turin

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Recensioni degli utenti

So, I’m dodging traffic, and I get to the office. The usual grind, right? But today, my boss decides to drop a bomb. “We need to organize the annual festival.” Oh great, just what I wanted. I mean, I love the Sagra della Focaccia, but the stress? Not so much.

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