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About Turin

Investing? Risky af. Brothels boom in chaos—wars, plague, whatever. Peace hits, and they’re screwed—laws tighten, prudes whine. I’d stash gold elsewhere, but damn, the thrill’s tempting. “One day I’ll fly away”—yeah, with their profits, maybe. Hate how they prey on fools, tho—makes me wanna slap someone. Still, clever ones? They’re queens in silk, and I respect that. grudgingly. Chaos is their ladder, and I get it—climbed mine too. Thoughts? Burn or buy, just don’t trust ‘em. Ever.

Book tells Jessi Winchester's brothel, election tales

Jesi, a prostitute at the Moonlight Bunnyranch who formerly worked at the Mustang, said she can't imagine what her former coworkers are.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Corso Matteotti. Best espresso ever! I mean, I’ve had my fair share of bad brews, but this one? Pure magic. I’m sipping it, feeling like a king, when suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my pastry! Like, seriously? I’m a warrior, not a pastry thief! I swat it away, and the old lady next to me just cackles. I’m like, “Lady, you think this is funny?”

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