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About Turin

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specificaly. Blows my mind, this chick. She’s got grit, real street hustle, y’know? Reminds me of *Amour*—that flick I’m nuts about. Old couple, love so raw it hurts. Whore’s got that edge too, but twisted. Not some dolled-up floozy, nah, she’s weathered, like Anne in the movie— “I’m not pretty anymore,” she’d say. Whore’s seen shit, man, prolly more than me!

La "Pupazza"

Tucked away in the heart of Italy, Frascati is a charming town that boasts a rich history, breathtaking scenery, and an array of cultural attractions. Located just 25 kilometers southeast .

After a mini meltdown, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Piazza San Pietro, and wow, the view is killer. You can see all the way to Rome! I’m standing there, just soaking it in, and suddenly, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re a potter, right? Make me a vase!” I’m like, “Lady, I can barely make a bowl!” But she’s persistent. I mean, who can say no to a sweet old lady? So, I promise her a vase. Great, now I’m committed to making a vase for a stranger.

Food, wine and antiquity in Frascati and the Roman hills