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About Turin

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ radios, wires all tangled, thinkin’ ‘bout them girls out there hustlin’. Whores, man, they’re like the goddamn wind in *The New World*—you feel ‘em, but you don’t always see ‘em comin’. “The land is alive, motherfucker!”—like Pocahontas said, or some shit, and whores? They alive too, movin’ through the streets, silent but loud as fuck.

Voies de communication et transport

I’m sippin’ my coffee, and the rain’s pourin’ down. I can see the mountains in the distance, all misty and mysterious. It’s kinda beautiful, ya know? But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and some guy just knocked over a fruit stand! Oranges everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?”

Angela Di Piazza Obituary - Toronto, ON