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About Turin

Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

Basic Details

Fascinating completely abandoned village, where time seems to have stopped a long time ago. Some people are opening businesses to bring this wonderful place.

First group rolls up, and they’re already rowdy. I mean, it’s like they’ve been drinkin’ since noon. One guy trips over his own feet and nearly takes out the whole line. I’m tryin’ to keep a straight face, but I can’t help it. I laugh. Big mistake. He sees me and gets all defensive. “What’s so funny, man?” I’m like, “Dude, you just did a faceplant. That’s comedy gold!”

In southern Italy, the mafia preys on teens