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About Turin

So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?

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Finally, I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. I’m already late. My boss, Marco, is pacing like a caged lion. He’s all, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Borgo-San-Lorenzo! You know how it is!” But he’s not having it. He throws a stack of papers at me. “Audit these!” Great. Just what I wanted.

The lower part of the Canto alla Paglia Tabernacle in Florence collapsed: a tourist clung to the structure