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About Turin

Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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In fact, if you Google ‘street prostitution’, the Wikipedia page for Grey Street is the very first option – before the page for street prostitution itself. When the sun falls beneath the sea, one of St Missing: Alfonsine.

Anyway, I finally make it to the market. It’s buzzing with life. Fish everywhere! I’m talking fresh catch, the whole shebang. I’m chatting with the vendors, trying to get the scoop on local species. They’re all super friendly, but then this one guy, Marco, starts telling me about this legendary fish called the “Sgombro.” Apparently, it’s like the unicorn of the Adriatic. I’m intrigued, right?

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