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About Turin

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Consigliato

By the time I wrap up, it’s late. I’m starving, so I hit up this little trattoria on Via Cavour. The pasta there? To die for! I order the cacio e pepe, and it’s like a warm hug after a long day. I’m sitting there, enjoying my meal, and I can’t help but laugh at how crazy the day was.

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