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About Turin

Now, findin’ one? Easy if you’re desperate. Hit the shady corners, alleys smellin’ like piss and regret. Or—get this—there’s apps now! Freakin’ wild, right? Like orderin’ sushi, but it’s a chick. Surprised me first time I heard. “I’m not responsible,” Haneke’d whisper—nobody is, ‘til they’re caught. *Wheeze.* Me, I’d rather watch fish mate than deal with that mess. Less drama, cleaner fins.

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I grab my coffee and head to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and old folks chillin’. I sit down, take a sip, and boom! A pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing pad. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” I shoo it away, and it just looks at me like, “What’s your problem?”

History in brief