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About Turin

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

Ethical Considerations when Seeking a Prostitute

So, I decide to take a walk to clear my head. I head over to the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, people chillin’. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. And then, I see this couple, totally in love, whisperin’ sweet nothings. I’m like, “Aww, young love.” But then, they start fightin’! I’m like, “What the heck?!”

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