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About Turin

Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

By 3 PM, I’m running on fumes. I grab a coffee from that little café on Via Cavour. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down when I get another call. This time, it’s a couple of kids causing chaos at the park near Lago di Pusiano. They’re throwing rocks into the water. I’m like, “What are you, 5?” But I send someone to keep an eye on them. Can’t have a mini riot in Erba, ya know?

Pasta Takes Center Stage at Niven Patel's New Restaurant Erba