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About Turin

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, listen, I'm hoppin’ down this crazy ol’ street, right, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just to see what’s cookin’. Not my usual carrot patch, but I’m curious, doc! Like in *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, where Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his noggin, I’m wonderin’—what’s it like, bein’ stuck in that world? “I am fading,” he says, but these folks out here, they’re loud, livin’, hustlin’! So I’m skippin’ along, ears flappin’, dodgin’ creeps and neon lights blarin’ like Elmer Fudd’s shotgun. Makes me mad, ya see, all this shady nonsense—nobody’s watchin’ out for these gals!

Captivating Introduction

After a bit, the rain stops. We head back out, and the streets are all shiny and fresh. I love that about Creazzo. It’s like the town’s got a glow after the rain. We decide to check out the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is insane. I’m just standing there, taking it all in, when I hear this loud crash.

Driver was high before striking car, fatally pinning man on Route 22, cops say