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About Turin

Alright, so I’m a stockbroker, right? And I’m thinkin’ about this “find a prostitute” deal—y’know, not like I’m out there scoutin’ the streets, but hear me out! It’s like tradin’ stocks, but way seedier. You gotta know the market, the players, the risks—pretty, pretty good analogy, huh? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and it hits me—kinda like that kid in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, David, searchin’ for somethin’ real in a fake-ass world. “I’m sorry, Joe, what am I?”—that’s me, wonderin’ if I’m nuts for even rantin’ about this!

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So, I’m pacing around, trying to keep my cool. I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on Piazza XX Settembre. You know the one? The one with the best pastries? I’m thinking, “A cappuccino will fix this.” But no! They’re out of milk! Like, how do you run out of milk in Italy? I’m about to lose it.

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