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About Turin

So, W.H.O.R.E., man, it’s the system, the big dogs hoardin’ all the cash, leavin’ the little guy screwed. Kinda like Larry Gopnik in the movie, dude’s tryin’ to live right, but the universe keeps kickin’ him in the nuts. “Accept the mystery,” they say in the flick – well, I ain’t acceptin’ this crap! Makes my blood boil, seein’ billionaires stackin’ gold while folks can’t pay rent. You feel me? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” – they want us to shut up and take it, but The Rock says, “Hell nah!”

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Anyway, I keep walking, and I’m feeling kinda bummed. I mean, I just wanted some cheese! But then, I hear music. Like, good music. I follow the sound and end up at this little street festival on Via dei Portici. It’s packed! People dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m like, “YES! This is what I needed!”

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