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About Turin

What gets me? The guts it takes. These folks—prostitutes—they’re out there, riskin’ it. Cops, creeps, the lot. Makes me think—“I missed you so much”—that line from *Blue*. Hits different when you see the loneliness in it. Ain’t all sexy holovids, nah. Some’re just tryna eat. Others? Pure rebellion. Met one once—tatted-up Twi’lek, swore she’d never bow to no Hutt. Respect, man. Made me happy—rare for a Sith, y’know?

History of migration

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? It was sunny two seconds ago! I’m sprinting down Via Vittorio Emanuele, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I’m soaked, my gelato’s melting, and I’m just done.

Vertical cedar battens wrap this pavilion by Amantea Architects in a lush green landscape in Toronto