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About Turin

Once heard this story—dude in Amsterdam’s red-light district, 1800s, paid in *tulips* during the bubble. Freakin’ tulips! Economy so horny it crashed—makes me laugh, but also mad. Greed’s a helluva drug, worse than a Twitter pile-on. Surprised me how old this gig is—Romans had lupanars, brothels with wolf vibes. “That’s a bingo!”—Aldo’d say—wolf den, get it?

Hotel Leon d'Oro

Abbiamo pranzato in 2 per lavoro. Due primi abbondanti, un risotto al barbera, e un agnolotti burro e salvia, entrambi abbondanti e ottimi, un'insalata, acqua e caffe €18,50 in tutto. Veloci nel .

Then, I spot this cute little café on the corner of Via Cavour. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee and chill.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, mouth agape, like, “Dude, really?” He laughs it off, but I’m still like, “Great, now I need a new shirt.”

Did Jews name this classic Italian cookie?