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About Turin

Yo, man, I’m spittin’ this raw, like I’m Kanye, brain wild, thoughts jumpin’ like a bull in the ring, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, aight? Picture me, stormin’ through the streets, vibes heavy, like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*, screamin’ “I’m an oilman!” but nah, I’m chasin’ somethin’ else, somethin’ darker, dirtier, real talk. I’m out here, city buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, heart racin’—where she at? I’m thinkin’, man, this ain’t just a transaction, it’s a whole damn saga, like Anderson’s flick, blood and greed, but it’s lust and cash instead. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, I’m drinkin’ in the scene, the chaos, the thrill.

In Evidenza

I’m fuming, right? But then I see this little kid juggling oranges. He’s got this huge grin, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, how can you be mad when a kid’s juggling fruit? So, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the fair, and wow, it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, music blasting, and people dancing like they’re in a movie.

Antonio Spinelli: From Naples to the World Stage