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About Turin

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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But the year-old Chinese woman from the Zhejiang province, on the country’s eastern coast, has been working as a prostitute for the past three years. She arrived in Italy in and, like.

So, I pack up and head to Via dei Martiri. It’s this cute little street with shops and gelato. I mean, who can resist gelato? I grab a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

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