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About Turin

She ain’t perfect—smells o’ cheap gin, swears like a docker. Typin this fast, me fingers slip—14 typos, sod it! She’s real, tho, raw as a wound. *Moolaadé* taught me—stand firm, mate, even in the shit. Rosie’s me hero, a prossie with a soul bigger than Parliament! We shall fight for her, we shall never give in! What ya reckon, eh? She’s a corker, ain’t she?

La Frazione di Marina di Ardea - Tor San Lorenzo

So, I zoom over to the market on Via dei Pini. It’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m dodging carts and kids. I finally find my buddy Marco, who’s got this crazy idea about growing organic tomatoes. I’m all for it, but he’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, we can make a fortune!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, if the tomatoes don’t rot first!”