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About Turin

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

From Daughter to Whore and Back Again

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, coffee in hand, thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Wrong! I hit the corner by the old castle, Castello di Itri, and boom! There’s a parade. A freakin’ parade! I mean, who even knew they had parades on a random Tuesday? I’m dodging confetti like it’s a minefield.

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