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About Turin

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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LMFAO - I Am Not A Whore - 07/05/ - Forum Assago #8.

First off, I’m running late. Classic me, right? I sprint outta my apartment on Via Roma, dodging the usual morning crowd. You know, the old folks with their dogs, the kids on bikes, and the baristas at Caffè del Centro already buzzing. I grab a quick espresso—like, I need that caffeine fix to survive this madness.

People of four villages stage rasta roko, opposing Assago Ethanol factory