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About Turin

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Erotic-massage, eh? Cor blimey, gets me all flustered. Picture this, right, me as The Barber—snip snip—choppin’ hair, then wham! Someone mentions erotic-massage. I’m Boris, see, bumbling about, scissors in hand. “Erotic-massage,” I says, “bit like Inherent Vice, innit?” That flick—bloody brilliant, mate—hazy vibes, dodgy deals, sexy undertones. “The past is a memory,” Doc says—same with a good rubdown, yeah?

Setting The Scene

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After the meeting, I decide to treat myself. I hit up that gelato place on Via Dante. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Heaven! I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, and I see this cute dog. It’s just chilling, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that dog.”

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