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About Turin

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

The Roar of Andora: Book One

Pandora by calling her: "that little whore," Kratos exploded with anger and mercilessly snapped her neck. Despite him being bent on fulfilling his revenge.

Then, I decide to hit up the Parc Central. It’s beautiful, man. The trees, the fountains, everything. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. I think about how crazy today was. From diva clients to power outages, and now this chill moment.

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