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About Turin

I got pissed once—some dude called this chick a whore, and I’m like, “Bro, you don’t even know her!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be shame? But then—surprise, surprise—I met this gal, real talk, she owned it. She was like, “Yeah, I’m a whore—so what?” Blew my mind! She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a fuck, unleashin’ her power within, man! Reminded me of Monty’s mirror scene—raw, ugly, beautiful truth.

The Village of Calcinelli

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After work, I decide to take a stroll down to the park on Via della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids playing, couples walking hand in hand. I’m just trying to unwind. But then, I see this guy trying to impress a girl by juggling. Spoiler alert: he drops everything. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you had one job!

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