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About Turin

So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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Anyway, I finally made it to the bar. Marco was already there, laughing at me. “Nice shoes, bro!” he said. I just rolled my eyes. We ordered some pastries—those bomb cornetti, you know? Flaky, sweet, and just what I needed. But then, outta nowhere, this old dude at the next table starts yelling about the price of coffee. Like, chill, man! It’s not that deep!

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