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About Turin

So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

Corleone Hotel

As the sun starts settlin’, the vibe changes. The streets are lit up, and the whole place feels alive. I’m walkin’ back to my post, and I see a couple on Via Vittorio Emanuele, holdin’ hands and laughin’. It’s sweet, ya know? Makes ya believe in love or whatever.

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