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About Turin

Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, yeah, stumblin’ round talkin’ bout whores – hah! Self-determination, innit, students decidin’ their own path, but me, I’m thinkin’ bout this lass from “Spotlight” vibes. Whore, right, not the word ya expect, but lemme ramble! *trips over imaginary chair* Oof, clumsy me! Picture this – some gal, workin’ the streets, makin’ choices, right? Like them journos in me fave flick, diggin’ deep, “We gotta nail this story!” – that’s her, nailin’ life, her way.

Lucrezia De Borgia – Scandals and Power Plays in Renaissance Italy

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After lunch, I took a stroll outside. The streets were buzzin’. Via Garibaldi was packed with people. Street vendors shoutin’ about their gelato, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of fresh pizza in the air. I stopped by this little place, La Dolce Vita. Best cannoli in town, no joke. I grabbed one, and it was like heaven in my mouth.

Lucrezia Borgia: a dark feast in Rome