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About Turin

Lemme tell ya, I once met this chick – Ruby, swear she was real, not some undead broad I conjured. Worked the corner near a busted-up deli in Jersey, 1987. Smelled like stale smokes and regret, but Ruby? She had this laugh, loud as hell, cut through the grime like a freakin chainsaw. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – NICKELS, man, what a cheap-ass clown! She kept em in a jar, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, but damn, that grit? Respect.

Isola della Scala

If you're in Isola della Scala, you can drive by and see it or walk around it. It's small and not much. There's a bit of a park around the tower and you can walk under it. It's an example of a small .

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, chasing a dog. The dog’s all over the place, and I’m just sitting there, watching this chaos unfold. The kid trips, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he’s fine, just a little scraped knee. The dog? Still running wild. It’s like a scene from a movie.

Historic triumph for Matteo Manassero's brother