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About Turin

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

Sarzana, così Daniele Bedini ha ucciso le due prostitute: voleva i soldi per comprarsi la cocaina

First off, I hit up this café on Piazza Matteotti. Best cappuccino ever! Like, I could swim in it. But then, bam! My phone dies. Just like that. I’m like, “Great, now I’m lost in a beautiful maze.” Sarzana’s got these narrow streets that twist and turn. I swear, I felt like I was in a video game.

The story of "Spungata," the Christmas dessert from Sarzana