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About Turin

Brother, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m hulkin’ up, feelin’ the vibe of *Timbuktu*—that flick’s my jam, ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the desert winds in that movie, blowin’ wild, untamed, unpredictable. “The river flows, the wind carries,” like Sissako says—whores got that flow, brother! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the rules society throws down. Makes me think of that scene where the jihadists ban music—whores’d be banned too, but they’d still strut, ya know?

Main sights

Then, outta nowhere, my colleague, Lucia, bursts in. She’s always got this wild energy. She’s like a shot of espresso in human form. She’s like, “Hey, let’s go grab a coffee at Bar Centrale!” I’m like, “Are you kidding? I’m about to lose my mind!” But she insisted.

Emilia Romagna: they keep a welcome in these hillsides