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About Turin

Picture this – some chick workin’ the streets, right? Hustlin’, grindin’, dodgin’ cops like she’s in a warzone. “You wanna live through the night?” – straight outta *Hurt Locker*, that’s her vibe! I seen it, bruh, back in the day, scoutin’ locations for a shoot. This one girl, swear she was a legend – called her “Dusty” ‘cause she’d vanish like smoke. Word is, she once conned a john outta his Rolex mid-hookup – ballsy as hell! Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’, “Can you smell what she’s cookin’?”

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WRITING from Rome, in the Times of the 23rd October, the correspondent of that journal gives the following in reference to the first grand victory over.

So, I’m juggling stocks and accordions, and my phone buzzes. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “Get on this call!” I’m like, “Sure, boss, no problem!” But I’m already sweating bullets. I pick up, and it’s a client freaking out about his portfolio. I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s like a bull in a china shop. “I’m losing money! I’m losing money!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a dip!” But he’s not having it.

Tadej Pogacar widens gap over Wout van Aert in icy fifth stage at Tirreno-Adriatico