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About Turin

I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

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But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got ice cream all over his face, and he’s like, “Mister, wanna see my magic trick?” I’m like, “Sure, kid!” He pulls a coin from behind my ear, and I’m like, “Whoa, how’d you do that?!” For a second, I forget about the arguing couple and the spilled water. It’s just me and this kid, and it’s pure joy.

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