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About Turin

So – picture this. Stumbled into one – years back. Eastern Europe, maybe? Can’t recall. Smelled like cheap perfume – and. Desperation. This chick – Nadia, she said. Skinny as a rail. Eyes dartin’ – scared. Told me – get this. She snuck in – fake passport. From some war-torn dump. Made me mad – ya know? Pissed me right off. Who lets that happen? “The beast is near,” like in *Leviathan*. System’s rotten – chews ‘em up.

Hotel Residence La Darsena

I’m walkin’ through the stalls, and I spot this old lady, Nonna Rosa, sellin’ the best tomatoes ever. I swear, they’re like little red jewels. I’m all in, but then she starts talkin’ my ear off in rapid-fire Italian. I’m noddin’ like I get it, but honestly, I’m lost. She’s probably tellin’ me her life story or somethin’.

Ramara soccer team to represent Canada in Italy