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About Turin

So, whores – they ain’t just hookers, capisce? They’re hustlers, survivors. Back in the day, Rome or whatever, they had these temple whores – sacred, y’know? Fuckin’ wild! Dudes payin’ to bang ‘em for the gods. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout some schmuck prayin’ while he’s balls deep. Me? I respect the hustle. Always did. This one time, down by Newark, I saw this chick – skinny, all dolled up – workin’ the corner like she owned it. Made me happy, y’know? She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ her scratch. Tough as nails.

Browse Nearby Words

Later, I’m catching my breath by the fountain on Via Cavour. I’m drenched in sweat, but I’m grinning like an idiot. This is what I live for! But then, I see a kid drop his ice cream. My heart sinks. I mean, come on! That’s just cruel. I buy him a new one, and his face lights up. Small wins, right?

Jeff Ament: “Hopefully we’re back next year, Londoners and Berliners”