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About Turin

So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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Twilight Ophera - Opera The Whore from the album Shadows Embrace the Dark Vernissa Club, Vantaa.

First off, I decided to hit up that new café on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. You know, the one with the fancy lattes and overpriced croissants? Yeah, I thought I’d treat myself. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was like, “Do you want oat milk?” I’m like, “Dude, just give me the coffee!” I mean, who has time for oat milk drama?

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