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About Turin

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

Civo, a pleasant finding

Cosio Valtellino Puttana Italia, Pompino, Sesso anale (dipende dalla taglia), Bacio se c'è buona chimica, Sesso anale (dipende dalla taglia).

Around noon, I grab a quick bite. I hit up this little café on Via Nazionale. Best panini ever! Seriously, if you’re in Cosio-Valtellino, you gotta try their prosciutto. It’s like heaven in bread. But while I’m munching, I overhear this couple arguing about... wait for it... the best gelato place in town. I mean, c’mon! It’s like arguing over pizza in Naples. Just pick one and enjoy!

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