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About Turin

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, neon lights flickerin’ like a bloody tease. Reminds me of that flick I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk, yeah, floatin’ on his lake, all calm-like—me, I’m the opposite, heart racin’, lookin’ for a bit of naughty fun. “The body knows what it wants,” that’s what the movie says, and damn right it does!

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Next, I decide to hit up the local market on Via della Libertà. Fresh produce, handmade stuff, you know the vibe. I’m chatting with the vendors, and they’re all super friendly. I grab some fresh tomatoes and basil. Gotta make that caprese salad later. But then, I see this vintage jacket at a stall. It’s calling my name! I haggle like a pro, and I get it for a steal. Score!

Obituary | Rose-Marie Jeannine Santarcangelo