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About Turin

What gets me riled? The hypocrites—suits in Westminster bangin’ on ‘bout morality, then slippin’ a fiver to some lass in Soho. Makes my blood boil, it does. Happy though? When Ruby once tipped me off ‘bout a SPECTRE goon—saved my arse, that did. Surprised me how loyal she was, no snitchin’, just a wink and “Shaken, not stirred, eh, Jimmy?” Cheeky mare. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she was a legend—could’ve starred in her own spy flick.

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REAL TECCHIENA.

So, I finally wrap up, and I head over to her place on Via della Repubblica. She’s got this amazing pasta waiting for me. I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget all your worries. We sit, we laugh, and I tell her about my day. She just shakes her head, “You need to slow down, my son.”

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