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About Turin

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

The horrors of Pompeii

This is a brothel on the east side of Via Stabiana. It seems to be a popular spot at the Pompeii ruins and had many tourists.

But then, I get this wild idea. I start pretendin’ I’m a gladiator. I’m shoutin’ and swingin’ my arms around like a madman. People are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. But hey, if you can’t have fun in Pompei, where can ya?

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