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About Turin

Oi mate, so here’s me—Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom—talkin bout whores, yeah? Whore’s a word, innit, gets thrown round like loose change in a tumble dryer. Makes me think of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I bloody love—gritty, dark, no messin about. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” right? Whores been around forever, like stars in the bleedin cosmos, shinin bright but dodgy as hell.

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So, I’m wandering around, trying to find this café everyone raves about. I hit up Via San Giovanni, and wow, the vibe is just... electric. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just trying to blend in. I finally find this little spot called Caffè Centrale. The coffee? Oh man, it was like liquid gold. I downed a double espresso, and I swear, I could’ve run a marathon. Or at least jogged a bit.

Luigi Taglienti | Chef