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About Turin

Lemme tell ya, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s codes, y’all—little signals. Like, two taps on a window means “you down?”—who knew? Blew my mind! I’m sittin there, sippin my coffee, watchin this dance unfold, thinkin bout Mia’s line, “I’m gonna get out of here.” Maybe this gal’s savin up for somethin big, who knows? I’m rootin for her, tho—quietly screamin, “YOU GO, GIRL!”

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Then, I hit the arena. It’s buzzing. The crowd’s hyped, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s do this.” But then, outta nowhere, my rival shows up. You know, the guy who thinks he’s the next Hemingway of bullfighting. He struts in like he owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s not that serious.”

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