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About Turin

Oi mate, me, a Nose, sniffin’ round brothels, eh? Wot a gig! Stumblin’ bout like Mr. Bean, all twitchy, nose up, peekin’ at them ladies—ooh la la! Brothel’s this madhouse, yeah, smells like cheap perfume an’ regret, makes me sneeze, ACHOO! “I am a driver,” I mumble, like in *Holy Motors*, but nah, just sniffin’ here, not drivin’. Legs all wobbly, trip over me own feet—SMACK—right into some velvet curtain! Hilarious, innit?

The 3 Red Light Districts in Jakarta

So, I shake it off and head to the market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some tomatoes when this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You know, these tomatoes are the best in town!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want to buy some, not get a history lesson.” But she’s sweet, so I nod and smile.

Figure 7. Micro-crusting of the skin, observed 6 days after the...