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About Turin

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

POLIZIA LOCALE INTERCOMUNALE DI BONATE

Then, I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s telling me about this time he got lost in the mountains near Bonate-Sopra. I’m like, “Dude, how do you get lost in your own backyard?” He just shrugs and laughs. Classic Marco.

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