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About Turin

What gets me happy? Nothin’ ‘bout her, that’s for damn sure. Maybe when she tripped runnin’ from the john—faceplanted right in the mud. Laughed my ass off, dark as that humor is. Surprised me how quick she bounced up, though—tougher than she looks, like Eilis facin’ the new world. “One day you’ll feel at home,” I think, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head, but this whore’s home is a dumpster, and she likes it there.

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