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About Turin

So there I was, pissed off, cos the pubs were dry of decent company. We shall fight the silence, the empty beds! Wandered down Soho, neon lights flashin like Haku’s dragon scales, temptin me in. Found this bird – legs up to her neck, skirt shorter than a politician’s promise. “How much, love?” I says, heart thumpin like a drum solo. She grins, all sly, “Fifty quid, big boy.” Fifty! Blimey, I nearly choked – coulda bought a bleedin amp for that!

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I step in, tryin’ to mediate. “Guys, chill! We can sort this out.” But they’re not havin’ it. I’m about to lose my cool when suddenly, a seagull swoops down and snatches a bag of salt. I can’t help but laugh. Like, even the birds are in on the chaos today!

Two Tri-U Faculty named Fellows of the Royal Society of Canada